The balloon factory: after a trip with Ukrainian refugees, Elaine Wood turned fact into fiction
‘It feels safe, like home used to feel.’
‘Wake up Giorgiy! Wake up!’
Not my Dad’s usual, gentle nudge but a serious shake. What’s going on?
‘It’s started,’ he barks, nervously.
‘What has started?
‘The war.’
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