‘Opa, we packed up our bags and came home.’
“Across the Atlantic.”
“‘Your girl’ came with me.”
“We walked the same roads.”
“We found your house.”
“Made with sticks, clay and brick.”
“One last time we walked through it.”
“I kept a brick.”
“It stays with me in my pack.”
“At 92, your friend and neighbor, Nikolai, is still there.”
“He remembers your kindness.”
“We went to the courtyard where you and your sister, Elfrieda, hid from gunfire.”
“The sun shone and the leaves fluttered.”
“We found your school, it is no longer green.”
“We walked along the Dnieper…” 
“… sharing your stories.”
“We found your bridge…”
“…where you saved your friend.”
“We read the story again, sitting on the edge.”
“From Nikopol to Lichtenau we went.”
“Tracing your roots.”
“… my roots…” 
“…our roots.”
“Everywhere we went we found people who remembered your good heart.”
“Opa…”
“… it was so good to be home.”
Ukraine, 2015