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The Ukrainian Serengeti: Photo Essay
24 Apr 2015 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Askania-Nova, in southern Ukraine, is the oldest steppe reserve in the world. Home to some of the last remaining patches of virgin steppe and a variety of wild animals, it is now threatened by war.
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The Mushrooms of Donbas
10 Feb 2015 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Dimiter Kenarov on poetry and conflict in Ukraine
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Putin’s Peninsula Is a Lonely Island
06 Feb 2015 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
No tourists, frightened Tatars, and Russians have taken all the jobs. Welcome to Crimea in winter.
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The Theater Tsar: Art and Politics in Occupied Crimea
21 Jan 2015 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Two performances seem to be taking place in parallel: one inside the theater with actors, and another in the streets outside with soldiers in green balaclavas and no recognizable insignia.
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Dashed Hopes in Gay Ukraine
19 Jan 2015 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Ukainians thought that, post-Maidan, their country would start to look more like Europe. But for members of the LGBT community, things may have even gotten worse.
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Protecting Ukraine’s Dniester Delta
07 Nov 2014 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
One of the great European rivers, the Dniester has been heavily exploited in the past century and today faces numerous environmental threats. One man has taken up the task of saving it.
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Guliver’s Travels: Preserving History in Putin’s Crimea
15 Apr 2014 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
One man’s quest to honor the once-mighty Muslim Tatar state.
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Why I Was Attacked by Cossacks for Reporting in Crimea
26 Mar 2014 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Before I even knew it, I was on the ground, a gun pointing at my head—for photographing a brazen mid-day raid against a TV studio.
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A Captivating Mind
18 Mar 2014 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
How Georgi Markov became the truth-teller of Bulgaria’s communist era, and paid for it with his life
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Watching Gogol in Simferopol
17 Mar 2014 by Dimiter Kenarov / No Comments
Life imitates art in Crimea, where nothing seems real anymore except the tears and the vodka.
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