He had a New York to me. Valley A.

The city where the ocean breathes, where everyone is given freedom. The city of smells, rhythms, smiles. New York of our day, in which everything is possible, even recover from an injury to destructive love. But the city is not a doctor, it is only a decorator. The path to yourself begins from the inside... You will find the routes under this cover.

Asya Valina-a journalist, a prose writer, an active blogger-moved to New York from Moscow in 2016, at 32. This book has formed from texts about love and dislike, about violence, psychology, motherhood, feminism, childhood, interspersed with tender and accurate sketches of everyday life of a “big apple.”

The publication is illustrated by Arina's owl graphics.

< P> “I had Moscow, who saw how I grew up, became a girl from a girl, a woman from a girl, as I changed the CD player to mp3, how all the songs and photos went to the iPhone, how I began to make expensive staining and Gel polish. He had a New York to me, turning him from a student in a T-shirt with the inscription “Radiohead” into a man who chooses a suit and cufflink, knows a lot about tape, knows how to kiss women and argue about politics. I told him: "For twenty years that we have not seen each other, the world has turned over, and now I have a daughter." He answered me with his piercing look. And without words I realized that he would love my child. ”