Odessa besieged, the war arrives on the Black Sea and the sowing of wheat is skipped

MYKOLAJIV- Along the coast of the Black Sea at night we wake up. Everyone is attentive to lights, noises and shadows. The Russian infiltrators anticipate the troops: they now mingle with the Ukrainians, suspended on the immense steppe of an indefinite front that changes by the hour. Nobody is safe. TO Mykolajiv however, the people followed with disbelief the flashes of the Grad missiles, knowingly fired at dawn against houses and residential buildings.