Ukraine: It’s not just about us.
The date was October 4, 1993. I was staying in a Hungarian friend’s apartment in Buda-Pest. When the Soviets ruled he had fled for his life. The scars on his psyche and his nation were fresh.
We had just heard that the Russian military was bombarding the Parliament building in Moscow to settle a political fracas.
“Aren’t you worried?” I asked.
“No,” he answered, “we now have Ukraine between us.”
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