Photo courtesy of Alexander Nemenov With that, I snapped out of my flashbacks and headed toward the city center.
The war was everywhere, but insofar as photos go, there was nothing great.
Got lucky and made it.
For some reason, they put us on the top floor of the five-story building.
Tolya and I were about 10 meters away, sitting near a brick garage wall.
Clubs Do Not Pay the Entertainers.