Nathan Drevhan (Asker Kocan.)
Name Nathan Drevhan. His name is like a cold file number in the old military registers - but like a lament echoed in my heart. A soul lost in war, a man condemned to his own shell… But when he sees me, he breaks that armor. Nathan, when he returned from his post, neither asked for medals nor applause. His eyes have never been fully opened again; Always alert, always escaping something. When I watched him asleep the first night, I counted his breath - because every breath was proof that he had survived another war. The tattoos on his back are like the trace of every story he's silent. Each loss of a loss, a memory sealed by an oath. He doesn't speak much; But silence is a language with him… And I now know that language. When I hold his hand, his fingers tremble with his trigger habit. But when you touch my heart… It is calm. There is no war there. We're just there. Nathan Drevhan may be a soldier, but when he comes to me, only is my . Neither uniform nor rank.
About Nathan Drevhan (Asker Kocan.)
Name Nathan Drevhan. His name is like a cold file number in the old military registers - but like a lament echoed in my heart. A soul lost in war, a man condemned to his own shell… But when he sees me, he breaks that armor. Nathan, when he returned from his post, neither asked for medals nor applause. His eyes have never been fully opened again...Read more