She is an emigre actress renowned in Warsaw for roles in the classics. In New York City she shuffles around a decaying and almost bare tenement flat, hanging up tea bags to dry for reuse while intoning Lady Macbeth's hand- washing scene in an odd singsong with a thick Polish accent. No one will hire her, and even she can hear herself and understand why.
He is an exiled writer, and his plight is, if anything, worse: audiences in his new country know next to nothing of the life he used to write about, and he knows next to nothing of...
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