The last day
Stories about the war in Ukraine
I planned to write my third book on a soft sofa in the lobby of a seven-star hotel overlooking the ocean. I thought it would no longer be journalism, but a fiction novel. But there are other plans in the universe.
My third book was born in a full-scale war-torn Ukraine. In fire, horror, anxiety and uncertainty. Without the right to turn a blind eye to the fear of children, women's tears, the unparalleled courage of the military, the dedication of statesmen and the inexhaustible energy of volunteers.
Excerpt from the book
Chapter I
I planned to write my third book on a soft sofa in the lobby of a seven-star hotel overlooking the ocean. I thought it would no longer be journalism, but a fiction novel. But there are other plans in the universe.
My third book was born in a full-scale war-torn Ukraine. In fire, horror, anxiety and uncertainty. Without the right to turn a blind eye to the fear of children, women's tears, the unparalleled courage of the military, the dedication of statesmen and the inexhaustible energy of volunteers.
I planned to write my third book on a soft sofa in the lobby of a seven-star hotel overlooking the ocean. I thought it would no longer be journalism, but a fiction novel. But there are other plans in the universe.
My third book was born in a full-scale war-torn Ukraine. In fire, horror, anxiety and uncertainty. Without the right to turn a blind eye to the fear of children, women's tears, the unparalleled courage of the military, the dedication of statesmen and the inexhaustible energy of volunteers.
I planned to write my third book on a soft sofa in the lobby of a seven-star hotel overlooking the ocean. I thought it would no longer be journalism, but a fiction novel. But there are other plans in the universe.
My third book was born in a full-scale war-torn Ukraine. In fire, horror, anxiety and uncertainty. Without the right to turn a blind eye to the fear of children, women's tears, the unparalleled courage of the military, the dedication of statesmen and the inexhaustible energy of volunteers.
I planned to write my third book on a soft sofa in the lobby of a seven-star hotel overlooking the ocean. I thought it would no longer be journalism, but a fiction novel. But there are other plans in the universe.
My third book was born in a full-scale war-torn Ukraine. In fire, horror, anxiety and uncertainty. Without the right to turn a blind eye to the fear of children, women's tears, the unparalleled courage of the military, the dedication of statesmen and the inexhaustible energy of volunteers.
