One morning in the Eastern Ukraine

One morning in the Eastern Ukraine

"We walked through the mist outside a town in the Eastern Ukraine into a stand of endless straight aspens. Finally, we came to the village near the mines. An old man took us in. He had a few potatoes. He even had a bit of lard. He fried them up and fed them to us. Possibly the last food around for a long time, but he wouldn't hear of our refusal and by then our stomachs were gnawing at our backbones." - A post about the Ukraine conflict in 2014 and memories good friends their courage to keep going through despair. 

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