By Michael Bird for The Black Sea. “I had to abandon home, family and friends to a place where nobody was waiting for me.”
Former injectable drug-user Ivan spoke to me in Ukraine’s capital of Kyiv in 2014.
Eloquent and talkative, the mid-sized 28 year-old sound technician was a little dishevelled with long hair, stubble and a thick woolen jumper, resembling a roadie for a 90s Americana rock band.
He admitted he was open, almost too open, to speak about his addiction.
“I can talk someone to death if given the chance,” he added.