Three years ago today, Tetiana Kalenychenko gave me these wonderful warm socks. She had come to Edmonton for a conference I had organized and that we promptly had to cancel once everyone arrived, due to the declaration of the global pandemic. Tania was the last of our guests to leave and I took her around downtown, which was eerily like a ghost town, and she came over for supper with our family. Poor Tania would then have an epic journey home, trapped first in Frankfurt and then in Minsk, and finally making it to Kyiv days later.
These are my Covid socks and my war socks. Tania had been