An Unlikely Friendship
The children of communism, our lives are love letters to the American Dream.
In 1992, Moldova arose from splinters of the Soviet Union, the poorest country in all of Europe. Ilie was born that same year. Four thousand miles away, my parents met as university students amid the Tiananmen Square protests of 1989. I was born not long thereafter. We grew up on opposite sides of the earth, but across the wine bar one rainy San Francisco night, we caught glimmers of affinity and instantly knew we’d become friends, bonding over mid-century modern design, free markets, and Americana. The children of communism, we share a kinship free from desire.
Our lives are love letters to the American Dream.
