IX
the banality of politics
My dad dropped me off at the Petrov trailer on the other side of town. He looked absolutely horrified as he looked at all the run-down trailers in there like the park was some sort of post-apocalyptic little world of its own. I honestly felt like laughing at the lack of seriousness of the whole thing but truth was that it was indeed a very serious matter, because I was going to live in some crummy apartment building that might as well just be as bad as that. Dmitry and my dad might have worked at the same worksite but it was like Dmitry had never been on the payroll considering the kind of life he was living.
“Dmitry’s gonna take good care of you.” My dad promised, probably more to reassure himself than anybody else.
I got out of the truck and picked up my b
