A woman is sitting on a bench by the shore. She is wearing a black coat and a green scarf.
She holds a phone in her hand and dials a number. She holds the phone to her head and then she moves again to dial a number. She does this over and over again but never seems to make a connection.
She’s visibly upset.
‘Are you ok?’ I ask.
‘I’m trying to call Kyiv’, she says, ‘but I can’t get through’.
According to the strong man, everything is going to plan. Babies dead, mothers terrified, children blown to pieces, universities on fire, people’s homes destroyed.
What sort of person makes a plan like that?
Cornucopia City 
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