A Tribe of Ghosts
flash memoir by Kate Ryan Brewer
The night before I was evacuated there were light snow flurries and the sun set at 4:52 pm. I was with my husband, our friend Oleks, and two American journalists at a small underground speakeasy in the heart of Kyiv.
The week before I was evacuated from Ukraine in early February, my husband and I sat at our friends’ dinner table …
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