"I'm goin' ta Coney," I tell Dana.
"Why?" she asks.
"'cause this Master's student is doing a documentary on home and New York and nostalgia and stuff and she asked if we could go to Coney to shoot some video."
"Oh. You're going to your Mamalochen."
And when I see these three after their morning-beach-sit I remember my mother tongue and the heart that goes with it.
