I’m reading Giai Phong by Tiziano Terzani and these passages about Saigon in April 1975 call to mind what it might be like for some parts of Ukraine. We’ve learned nothing in the last 46 years.
I’m reading Giai Phong by Tiziano Terzani and these passages about Saigon in April 1975 call to mind what it might be like for some parts of Ukraine. We’ve learned nothing in the last 46 years.