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Post Soviet Era

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Misha is still sullen, taciturn and lost in thought. A life spent as an officer in the Soviet army has left him numb to ritual. Yet something drew him to this place . . .
His one hand held a wooden cane, the other somehow was suddenly on my shoulder. "Can you davven?" he whispered
I suppose every twenty-year-old should have an eighty-eight-year-old friend
Fresh snow covers the ground, thinking I’m too young to know. On the other side of the pit four Russians dressed like railroad or construction workers look me up and down. I try not to look back.
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