Garo Manjikian is a strongly built farmer with a degree in chemistry and a flourishing moustache like those in sepia photographs of Armenian gentlemen from the late Ottoman era. On the evening of 20 March last year, he was having dinner at George’s Restaurant in the woods where Syria’s Mediterra…
The Battle for Kessab
‘The old romance of power and victory was forever eviscerated on the day I spent carrying Iraqi POWs. ‘
The Bank Manager
‘In the south of France, at the edge of a cove that cannot be reached by road, lives an old woman from England’.
Raqqa Road: A Syrian Escape
‘The morning Helin walked out to die, she dressed carelessly in a loose T-shirt and jeans.’