Polina spent the afternoon at my place. Just like when we lived together in Astoria, we sat in front of each other with our laptops open.  I worked on some pending tasks for Sesame Workshop as she showed me documentation pieces from her latest performance in Oaxaca. Polina decided to shift from a mayor in administration into the arts world more than ten years ago, but just recently made the commitment into becoming a full-time artist. "I have no savings left in the bank but for a reason I am not worried. It feels as if I have another kind of savings which relate more to my inner resources," she mentioned during lunch over a bean soup.  I can already see the maturation in her work. When I met her ten years back she was painting vegetables, now she is engaging communities during 2-hour long performances at public spaces that explore faith, transformation, tradition and the celebration of life itself. "I'm not sure where I'll be next year, probably London followed by Berlin and Russia."  She left for Oaxaca a couple of hours ago.  "I love you", she said while waving goodbye from the elevator. I do too.