Even if we both return alive. Even if we return in victory, I’ll never see him again. Dima is not one of those whom you could casually meet in the metro or at an Odesa beach. You can’t meet him in Munich airport running between gates or in a Nizhyn commuter train. Dima, and those like him, return to their villages in the Chernivtsi region, get into an old tractor, and work hard on the fields and gardens until retirement age. And those like me will never travel to that village to visit those like him.
