—The city is smaller than I expected.

Elena turned around, able only to say:

—We’re really here!

She returned her attention to the window, staring down at the city. Raisa stood up, looking over the back of her seat at her elder daughter in the row behind. Zoya was also pressed up against the window, like a young child, her eyes hungry for every detail. Raisa sat back down, reassured that she’d done the right thing in bringing them to New York – it was a remarkable opportunity.

The pilot announced their approach, explaining that preparations were being made for their arrival at the airport, no doubt a ceremony of some kind. At an elaborate departure ceremony in Moscow they’d been told that the pilot was the same man who had flown Khrushchev to the United States on his countrywide visit in 1959 and that this was the exact same plane used by the Premier, one of the few planes that could travel such a distance without needing to refuel. Concerned about their international image, the Kremlin had insisted that the delegation land in New York in the most advanced airliner in the world.

As the Tupolev 114 circled out to sea, readying to land at John F. Kennedy airport, Raisa caught sight of a smaller island located off the lower tip of Manhattan. She pressed her finger up against the window, telling Elena:

—You see that?

Elena face was still close to the window, fearful that she might miss some wonder:

—Yes, I see it. What is it?

Raisa squeezed her daughter’s arm.

—It’s the Statue of Liberty.

Elena turned around for the first time since the cloud had parted.

—What is that?

At nearly seventeen years old Elena had no idea about the city she was about to arrive in. While Raisa had been prepared to risk her own life reading banned books and illegally imported magazines, she would never have allowed her daughters to read them. In the conflict between her instincts as a teacher and her instincts as a protective mother, the mother always won out. She’d deliberately sheltered her daughters, shielding them from any knowledge that might taint them. By way of explanation she merely said:

—A famous New York landmark.