Friends with a new house, in the middle of the forest, wanted a dog. In the shelter, the choice immediately fell on Kazan: a whopper of a beast with dangerous looks, but a soft character. “Can we give him another name?” “Yeah, he’s not listening.”
A week later I am visiting. I stroke the dog’s broad head. “What’s his name?”
“Hans.”
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A version of this article also appeared in NRC on the morning of February 2, 2022
