“The Kostkas,” Dymitr says. “That’s the big strzygi family, right?” She nods. “And they come here, why? They love the atmosphere?” “The city owes this place a debt,” she says. “These workers—not just our people, people from all over the world—made the beams that hold up the Sears Tower, the Hancock Building. They poured their sweat into the mill, and none of them got much in return. Derision, mostly, for their trouble. Then when the mill closed, they had nothing.”
