“When you swim in lava, you don’t feel the temperature.” I think this is Yuri Trifonov. More and more often I try these words by heart in relation to myself. Do I feel it adequately? Or does the quiet daily life, the dilution of what is happening, still deceive, as it deceived millions of people before me? After all, in some thirty-five, they also went ice skating in Sokolniki, and excellent beer was brewed next door to Dachau...