Denis waters the garden among the remains of a Russian tank, which was destroyed during the liberation of a village near Kiev. It is a simple and solemn gesture at the same time; it is the sign of something that lives, and that grows, in a landscape of rubble. Thus, on a hot July day, there is a man who in a war season waters his small garden – and he looks like one of those “righteous” listed in a poem by Borges. “A man who cultivates his garden, as Voltaire wanted”. He may not be saving the world, but something yes.
