In The WarAfter the ginger-bearded guy in Chechnya took the memory card out of my camera, the glossy magazine didn’t take my article. “It won’t be any good without photos”.
I still didn’t have a job, and I offered articles to various magazines, but they turned me down. But a few years ago, when I was still just a writer, all of these people were happy to see me, and tried to persuade me to write something for them themselves.
Months of refusals dragged by – from one month to the next. If I was printed, the next time I was informed, with either fear or offense: “Sorry, you can’t write for us”. I was invited to appear on television, a car was waiting for me outside, but when I had already put my shoes on, I got another call: “You can’t appear on our channel.” But – what idiocy – the same t
