Articles by Ivantiy Novak

Ukraine, November 2022. Pale faces, people’s faces, faces closest to my own, were like the pale asphalt underneath them, trammelled down, defiled, broken into — recognisably unrecognisable when laid bare after a wreckage — and each one had, like the fat-roll sandbag barricades on roads, guarded eyes for company. The certainty of another day’s uncertainty pervaded the midday in Lviv, … [Read on]