Joseph Roche
In a dusty sky, the last storks of Donbas fly off to other horizons for the winter. Their supple wings, in the evening light, glide over fields of dried sunflowers and disappear behind massive slag heaps that, from one valley to another, seem to rise out of nowhere.
Philippe, 30, a soldier of Ukraine’s 68th Jaeger Brigade, presses down on the accelerator, his face focused.
After crossing the bridge in Pokrovsk, destroyed a few weeks earlier by Russian forces, he heads south toward Selydove. This is where the fiercest fighting has taken place.
In the opposite direction, dozens of cars and trucks evacuate the last civilians from the city.
Sitting next to Philippe in the front seat, Oleksandr, 31, points to a dark cloud.
"That’s Selydove!" he yells to be heard over the engine noise.
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