At 3 a.m. in Mukachevo, the summer heat still hadn’t broken, but Taisia felt cold. She stood outside the apartment she’d shared with her husband for ten years—in slippers, clutching a bag with a…
The summer heat in Mukachevo didn’t break even at midnight, but Taisia felt only cold. Her husband had just thrown her out of their apartment. She stood by the entrance of the old five-story building in a thin robe and house slippers, clutching a hastily packed bag to her chest. Phone, passport, a few crumpled … Read more