By the time the tear gas filled the van, I had already covered my face with my hoodie. I could feel tiny shards of glass in my mouth. The windows had been smashed. My friends were screaming. All I could think was, Am I going to die?
On Saturday afternoon, five American filmmakers, a German tourist, and three Ukrainian assistants were attacked in Mariupol while filming at a pro-Russian rally gathered at City Hall. They barely escaped with their lives. I am one of those extremely fortunate Americans
Photo report from my ascension with my sons to the mountain top of Africa (Kilimanjaro 19340, 6Ft) within the action “World without orphans” and incredible details about what was escorting us from the very footstools up to the top.