‘I AM CRYING EVERY DAY’ IN THE STANDS WITH UKRAINIANS AS DYNAMO KYIV PLAY ONCE MORE

Far away, at the other end of the pitch, a Ukrainian footballer is scoring what later turns out to have been a beautifully worked goal. That is something remarkable in itself but Oksana is talking and the backdrop has become a detail. She is thinking about the train she will board in around nine hours; it will return her to Kyiv, at last, and from there she will join the volunteer eff ort in Bucha. The home she left is 15km further south, in Boyarka. Like most of the capital’s satellite towns, it has undergone its own visit to hell.

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