Bouncing along potholed roads at terrifying speeds to avoid any hail of Russian shells, we stuck close behind the car carrying the Ukrainian Special Forces commander as we entered the city.I glanced at the dashboard. We were hitting almost 100 miles an hour, lurching towards .We slowed briefly to turn past a small row of shops with seemingly every pane of glass shattered - a once-popular cafe, a flower seller and a beauty salon, .
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