I saw him for the last time during the Orange Revolution. By then he was a complete drunk, he hung out near the Central Market, for a bottle he moved baskets of vegetables. He didn’t wash his clothes, shaved once a week, and often slept in that very market among the tents. Is he still alive? I don’t know… And so now, with my own war in my head, with my own experiences in this filthy trench epic where I clearly saw the “game of war,” I understood Pylyp in a way that I didn’t understand him before. He became closer – as if I had the chance to crawl into his head and see his war, to accept it and
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