I have never been particularly fussy—a glass of tap water and a piece of contemporary drama would be enough to nourish the body and soul of my own creation. So, spoiled by all the words I read by the dim light continue reading
Tag: Ukraine
If only Kiton and Brioni made straitjackets
Scribblers sometimes mistake ink for blood, or maybe the other way around. When it happens, shattered glass slashes through pages that, all of a sudden, lack subtle onomatopoeias, even though they were never short of promising continue reading
Nothing new in the north
Awoken by a heavy rumble on the windowsill, I embraced autumn’s moody morning with columns on yet another new prime minister, soaring electricity bills, and the war in Ukraine—the usual, I guess. Then, after this exercise in my meticulously implanted continue reading
Only the fear and tears
I didn’t sleep well last night. Already disheartened, I spent the usual eight hours in front of the computer. ... continue reading
All it takes
It takes a comedian to stand firm on a besieged stage where every day is a deadly rehearsal for a tragedy written and directed by an amateur historian. It takes ... continue reading
He is playing the cursed card!
And suddenly, it went quiet for a moment of disbelief. He is playing the cursed card, only it has long ceased to be just another ... continue reading
Putin, go fuck yourself
It would seem that everything was going according to plan. The weather was good, the protesters came in decent numbers, there were flags, banners full of angry slogans, candles. ... continue reading
Kyiv, not Kiev
My word processor struggles with the name Kyiv. For some baffling reason, it suggests that I mean Vicky. At least it does not mind a psychopath, a thug, terror, war, ... continue reading
No time for regrets
A bully gets bolder over time, taking advantage of the passivity of decent people. So now, as we wring our hands over Kiev, ... continue reading
Why die for Kiev?
Do you remember these words? To fight alongside our Polish friends for the common defence ... continue reading
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