I don’t know if what I relate here was true or just a dream. All I know is that at 3.55 am, I woke and tried desperately to find the truth. It is situated in and around the land of Ukraine. Russia and Ukraine, in my dream, are just a matter of seconds away from finding peace. Before they do that, they have to solve one tricky problem. Before that, they have to bring home their injured soldiers. Josiph is injured and waiting to return home to his dying wife and a lonely daughter, Mayia. Both in Russia, Ukraine and countries close to the conflict, people are praying that the two antagonists will reach out to their wounded and prepare to sign up for peace. Mayia is praying, perhaps more than anyone else, that her father will return to her dying mother. Mayia’s greatest joy is enjoying the sun in their garden, especially with the butterflies dancing around them. Their favourite is a recently born butterfly, with silky white wings, all dotted with colours of the rainbow, specs that re...