1932–1933, Keret village
There will be men and villages that are verily untamed, like unto wild beasts…
St. Varlaam of Keret
How could you not believe him? He was a fine man, as I recall. We had never seen people like that before. He was a short, handsome man, like a child’s toy. A black leather jacket, wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist, sat on him like his own human skin, without any flaws or folds. He had clearly started going bald at a young age, but this was not noticeable, became he had shaved his head bald and it shined under the sun like a saint’s halo. He had dark-brown eyes, shifty, sometimes funny, but they would gaze black and cold on one who dared to disobey him. He was overall quite dark with stubble – he usually walked around unshaven and he himself saw how men
