later, as he drives, we head to Chesapeake Bay
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I can feel his tension
He scowls and makes that sound of frustration, there is no translation for on my app
“You’ve been out of the loop of things ….” he sighs heavily
“Oh. You mean no internet ….is this about Ukraine?” I ask
He doesn’t say anything and hardly responds but I can tell by the tension in his shoulders and spine. After a moment still staring out into the horizon he says,
“I may have to go deep cover for awhile—“
“You’re going?!” I move closer to read his expression but his profile is turned to me. And I feel myself become upset —and it makes me think of…. another who was once left behind
after a deep labored sigh, he shrugs,
“it’s just slightly too close to my own backyard to ignore this this time—as it will be for everyone—sooner than later—duva, you know, it is my work—you know that….”
“something that goes beyond life and time ….” I say and ….think about fear and trauma …. it is no way to live
“that’s why you asked if I am comfortable here…. so…. what….? I may never see you again—“
“duva—“
“—or just too late ….”
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