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About Donetsk

“Thou art a rose ‘mid thorns,” I says.

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After that, I finally get a lift from my buddy, Vasyl. He’s got this beat-up old car, but it runs. We’re driving down Shevchenka Street, and he’s blasting some old-school tunes. I’m singing along, feeling good again. But then, we hit a pothole, and I swear, I thought we’d lost a wheel. Ovruch roads, man. They’re like a minefield!

Ukraine is rebuilding its shattered cities even as Russia keeps attacking. Now kindergartens come with bomb shelters.