Dima Gets Stoned
Finding his way home — Moon over Berlin, B3C13
Dima pushed back in his chair and stretched like a cat, yawning hugely as he tugged on his straw hat. Wind streamed tangy and fishy over the patio, dusting his bare chest with salty silt.
As he dug in his cargo shorts for sunglasses — the brutal Mediterranean sun giving him a squint headache — a clinking noise grabbed his…