My acquaintance with Sergiusz, who had celebrated his fifty-eighth birthday just a few days earlier, seemed like a remarkable twist of fate from the very beginning. He was an architect, a widower, a composed, intelligent, and cultured man. He listened attentively, knew how to joke with sensitivity, and his calmness made one feel involuntarily safe … Continue reading A 58-year-old man invited me for shashlik, but I left before dinner after his 30-year-old son asked me one question about my job