On a windy evening in March, a slender man with slightly spiky hair stood in front of about two hundred people gathered at the Ukrainian Museum in Manhattan's East Village. Beating time in the air with his hand, he read into a microphone in Ukrainian:"They once lived in this building - see the fading red paint blistering on the window frames - Its from those times when someone decided to house them all in one building so that their breath could be heard - in the entry ways"
