It was the middle of the 1980s. I was in my teens. I was living in Germany while my dad was stationed there as part of the British Army on the Rhine. Holidays were usually spent back in England – visiting aunts, uncles, nan and grandad, but we went to Berlin one year, and I couldn’t have been more excited.
An RA exhibit details attempts to wipe out Ukrainian culture – and what survived
The parallels between the threat to Ukrainian culture in the 1930s and today are unmistakable.