​He walked through the field like he had done so many times before. But this year was different as there had been no rain for virtually the whole summer. The crops were going to fail and there nothing anybody could do about it. Even if the skies were to open up and rain buckets it would do little to help the cause. It would be a year of waste. But as Yarmaloy Yakimetz walked through the dusty fields of the dirty 1930s he became nervous as to what next year was going to bring. If they had a second year just like this he would be finished as a farmer and be forced to stand in the bread line. People would think he was a failure and he worried that the government would see him as a parasite and deport him back to the Ukraine. He no longer could look at his wife, thinking that he had disappointed her. His children did not understand what was going on and he knew deep down that misery lay ahead. 

​Mike Gara had walked the same road for years when he went to town to pick up his supplies. But one day as he walked down this very road he noticed something massive in the middle of it. He wasn't sure what it was but he was not scared; he was more curious than anything. Mike picked up the pace of his walking step and at about 500 feet away he realized what it was: a boulder wedged in the dirt road. The first thought that came to his head was, "How did this boulder get here when it wasn't here yesterday?"

​There is a term that is prominent in many languages which is, "He took him out to the tool shed." What this term means is when someone around you, whom you are close to, upsets you, instead of punishing them in front of everyone you take them out to the toolshed to do it privately. Usually a spanking for a child or a beating for a friend or just a good old fashion verbal blasting. 

​Wasyl walked through life in fear. He had been posessed with an irrational thought since he was a child. No matter where he was or who he was with, the feeling of being stalked by death was always there.