22. The End
By February 2024, it is clear that it’s not for me. No, not Odesa as such, but my job at the logistics company. I explain the situation to my employer, he agrees with me and doesn’t mind. We part as friends. So I’m a free man in free Odesa – free to sit in a café during the daytime, sipping a glass of wine and looking at life and people, free to take long walks to places I’ve never been and free to enjoy life to the full. At least, that’s how I imagine it will be during the last few weeks at work – that as soon as I’m out of the office, I will start enjoying life and the city. The reality is different, of course. In reality, I’m just not that kind of person. In reality, I am soon again immersed in personal projects, warming up old acquaintances to whom I’ve written various texts to and announcing that I’m ready to offer my services again. Soon, my days are spent writing, editing, and searching for a job – something that fits my profile better than international express deliveries. Yes,
