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140 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2021
The travellers rolled out of the carriages one by one like balls of wool from an overturned knitting basket; each leaving one end of the thread inside the train, or perhaps even in the station where they had boarded the train, and taking the other end with them wherever they were going, until there would be no more wool left to unroll.
p. 137
When the snow starts to fall everything falls silent. The crumbled diamonds drop from the sky and settle into a soft quilt, bonding with the layer beneath and waiting for others like them to form a layer above. Coat after coat of utter stillness. Of sparkling whiteness. Of soundless peace. From above, the winter landscape of the eastern Ukrainian steppe looks like one expansive duvet whose promise of warmth lures you into the inward cold. You dive into it and fall asleep forever.
p. 167-168
All in all, he spent two years on the frontline. When he was briefly demobilized between his first and second deployment, I tried to dissuade him from going back to the front. He listened to my pleas and said that he had nightmares every night when sleeping in his civilian bed. As soon as he returned to the warzone, the nightmares ceased. Maybe if you are living a nightmare, you have no time to dream of it. Or maybe civilian life, with its multiple shades of grey, simply can't compete with the clarity of the warzone: at least there you know who your friends and who your foes really are.
p. 20-21
If you have two siblings, and, after one of them dies, people ask you if you have any siblings, what do you answer? Do you say 'I have two brothers?' But that's not true, because one of them is no longer around. 'I had two brothers. Now I have one, because the other one is dead'? That is technically true, but it's way too much information. People ask you questions about siblings to be polite; they don't want to be traumatized by your family history.
p. 35
Whether we like it or not, we are socialized to value certain types of death and despise or fear other types. This makes it easier for one sister to say 'my brother was killed on the frontline' and much harder for another to say 'my brother died of an overdose' or 'my sister took her own life'. A sister's grief, however, is not commensurate with societal acceptance of her sibling's death.
p. 131-132