“Daddy, why are they screaming?” Olga and I were dumbfounded, one of those questions from the mouths of children which leave you grasping for an answer. We were driving through the city, the four of us in the Nissan King Cab pickup truck, Olena and Nicholas snug in the back, Olga in the front passengerContinue reading “Black, White and Blood Red”
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