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Sometime in February 2011, our doorbell rang. A woman in her thirties stood outside, carrying a sheaf of papers and a pen. She spoke pol...

I don’t know if feedback is the breakfast of champions, it certainly is the breakfast of writers. Writing is a dialogue with the readers...

Moscow, 1998 On a relatively cold evening in 1998, I was walking down a street in the south-west of Moscow. My hands were inside the p...