I spent my last night in Kiev in the ‘Presidential Suite’ of the city’s Hyatt hotel – what used to be known as the underground car park. The general manager, a man whose name I never knew but who I hugged tightly before leaving, had promised to make it a shelter for guests who hadn’t checked out by the time it was clear that war was looming.
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