Life wasn’t giving away opportunities too easily in Germany. People were different, traditions were different, food was different. Just one word-“different”. This was a quite of change. Life in Minsk was more settled with parents and friends by his side. But Dima was not happy. Looks like he was not happy anywhere or maybe he just has something to compare with. Happiness was when his dad was alive, when parents were getting along. It was a rare occasion though. Happiness was defined once and rarely it could be repeated