
Giant: Artem Humilevskiy in Ukraine
I woke at 5:45 a.m. to a new message asking if we could meet on video in thirty or sixty minutes. The message was timestamped 4:53. I got up quickly and messeged back that I could be ready in ten minutes. Artem apologized for forgetting the time difference. I’m in New Orleans; he is in the countryside in Ukraine after fleeing the city of Mykolaiv with his family. We had been communicating through Instagram Messenger. I asked if we could meet on video just to say hello, to put a face to the messages, though I knew his face pretty well by then.