There will be wine again
The story of a man from Odesa region
I love the Black Sea. You know how many Odesa locals live near the sea but go there maybe a couple of times a year? I moved here from western Ukraine in 1986, and I go to the beach every week.
It was unbearable — not being allowed to approach the water. Like you can’t visit a friend. Like quarantine. The loneliness was terrifying.
When the guys finally demined our central beach, I spent the whole day there. I stood in the sand, rooted in place — I couldn’t stop looking at the sea.
I have a small vineyard. Recently a fragment fell there — it didn’t explode. Thanks to the sappers, they came and removed it.
The vines are safe. There will be wine again.