KIEV, Ukraine — Officer Sergei Yatchenko pulls closed the curtains in his cluttered bedroom, sits at his desk, pours himself a drink, takes a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut.
It’s quiet here, far away from the bloody front lines of the war in eastern Ukraine, now in its second year
But it’s not peaceful. Not for Yatchenko.
“You’ve asked how do I feel? I feel terrible,” Yatchenko says, now passing a knife between his hands. He pulls it out of its sheath, slides it back in. “I’m not living; I’m existing.” Read more…