Years Ago   When Max, the master of the greens, visited Ukraine for the first time, nobody was thinking about war. Crimea had not yet been occupied; the Donbas region was still fully integrated into the young country.   Back then everything was mainly one thing: surprisingly normal. The streets of Kyiv were busy, the cafés noisy, and on the square in front of his hotel, children played tag between blue and yellow flags. Max, dressed for fun in a yellow polo shirt and blue tro

In a dusty corner of the pro shop stood an old, worn golf bag. Its leather was faded, the zip stuck, and on one strap there still hung a yellowed name tag: “H. Meier.” No one really knew who H. Meier had been, but in this bag the golf balls lived.   They all knew each other by name.   There was Titleist, the conceited one, who took every opportunity to point out that he was a “tour ball” and really belonged on the big professional circuits. Srixon was the tinkerer. He talked

Fred, 38 years old and a robotics and IT engineer, had been fascinated by science fiction since childhood. The idea of a futuristic world filled with advanced technology had shaped his imagination and, eventually, his career. Today, he loves his job—so much that he often works late into the night. To balance all that brainwork and keep himself in shape, Fred has one great passion: golf.   At his golf club, Fred is known for his dedication and technical know-how—and for being

Fred, 38 years old and an engineer in robotics and IT technologies, has been fascinated by science fiction since he was a young boy. The...

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