If asked whether she cared about the concerts Zoya would shrug and claim that she hoped they went well if only for the sake of her mother. She didn’t feel personally invested and didn’t have much belief in the value of the events – the notion of international goodwill being conjured by singing songs seemed comical in its naiveté. Her rule was to avoid getting involved in politics and ideologies. She was training to be a surgeon. She dealt with the body, flesh, bone and blood, not ideas or theories. She’d sought out a profession in which in her mind there was as little moral ambiguity as possible: she would do her best to help the sick. Her approach to these concerts was pragmatic. She wanted to travel: that was the reason she was here. She wanted to see New York. She was interested to meetthe values. She’d learnt a little English and was curious to put it to use. And there was no way she would have allowed her little sister Elena to travel without watching over her.

Sat on the edge of the bed, Zoya was less than a metre away from the television, engrossed in the American programmes being shown seemingly at all hours. The screen was encased in a glossy walnut cabinet with the speaker on one side, a panel of small dials down the other. The instruction card on top had been translated into Russian. No matter what dials she turned, or buttons she pressed, the same set of programmes was on. There were cartoons. There was a programme with music called The Ed Sullivan Show, introduced by a man in a suit, Edward Sullivan, with live music from bands she’d never heard of. Afterwards there were more cartoons featuring talking dogs and racing cars that tumbled down cliffs, crashing in an explosion of gold and silver stars. Zoya’s English was limited to a few phrases. It didn’t matter since there was hardly any dialogue in the cartoons and The Ed Sullivan Show featured live music and even when it didn’t, even when the presenter was talking, even when she didn’t understand, she found it fascinating. Was this what America watched? Was that how America dressed? The shows were hypnotic. She’d woken up early to watch more. The fact of having a television in her bedroom, a bedroom with her own private bathroom, was so incredible it seemed a shame to spend too much time sleeping.