this once-puslibustling city whs now practically desert d. the playgrounds are empty. the pigeons indifferent to the air-raid siren, and so it would seem are the people. i close my others when i am walking around, says nikolai, because it s all the time. as fighting flares to the east, north, and south, the few residents left in kramatorsk carryings on. the train station ten days ago of a russian missile strike that left almost 60 dead is closed. trains don t come here anymore. the buses, oddly enough, still run. overnight, a russian missile struck. there were no injuries, this time. nearby, signs of an earlier bombing. after almost two months of war, constantine is fatalistic. i am not suicidal, he says, but