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New York Post
5 days ago
- Entertainment
- New York Post
TIFF and Oct. 7 documentary makers come to ‘resolution,' film will be screened after dayslong back-and-forth
In a dramatic U-turn, the Toronto International Film Festival has said it will now show a documentary about Hamas' Oct. 7 attack on Israel, and in a joint statement with the filmmakers apologized for originally yanking the film. 'We are pleased to share that The Road Between Us: The Ultimate Rescue will be an official TIFF selection at the festival this year, where we believe it will contribute to the vital conversations that film is meant to inspire,' the statement from TIFF CEO Cameron Bailey and filmmaker Barry Avrich read. 6 Militants transport a reportedly captured Israeli woman via motorcycle in the Gaza strip. AFP via Getty Images 6 A sign for the Toronto International Film Festival. Chris Pizzello/Invision/AP 6 The front page of the New York Post on Thursday, August 14, 2025. 'In this case, TIFF's communication around its requirements did not clearly articulate the concerns and roadblocks that arose and for that, we are sorry,' the statement continued. 6 Vlada Patapov at the Tribe of Nova music festival runs during the terrorist attack on October 7, 2023. 6 Militants drives back to the Gaza strip with the body of an Israeli soldier on October 7, 2023. AP The world premiere for the movie, which had been booted out of the festival for using footage taken by Hamas fighters without the terror group's permission, will now be held on Aug. 20. 6 A house left in ruins after an attack by Hamas militants. Getty Images 'Both TIFF and the filmmakers have heard the pain and frustration expressed by the public and we want to address this together,' the statement continued, concluding a bitter dispute between the festival and the movie's creators.
NDTV
27-05-2025
- Entertainment
- NDTV
Freed From Hamas Captivity, Former Hostage Tells His Story Through His Paintings
New York: You'd be forgiven for looking around Andrei Kozlov's studio, dotted with paintings inspired by his eight months as a hostage of Hamas, and seeing only darkness - canvases splashed with gray and ocher, guns tucked into waistbands or resting against a wall, moments of angst and disbelief and pain. He is a free man now, who often lets a wide smile spread across his face, who can't believe his luck of surviving it all, and who urges you to look further. A painting of a blackened street his captors led him down is drowned in darkness, but in the distance is a sliver of cerulean sky. A screaming man's reflection is caught, but it's in a mirror on a bubblegum-pink wall. A house beside barren trees is seen in the desolation of night, but its windows glow with lamplight. "When you're surrounded by something dark," the 28-year-old Mr Kozlov says, standing in a shared art studio he works at in the Hudson Yards neighborhood of New York, "there always can be light inside." Nearly a year after his release from captivity, Mr Kozlov is familiar with juxtapositions. He is mostly happy and well-adjusted, able to matter-of-factly describe his ordeal, but sometimes returns in his mind to what he went through. He is alive and filled with gratitude but feels the weight of those not yet free. He is no longer a hostage but knows the world may always see him as one. "I will be a former hostage forever," he says. "It will forever be a part of my life." Captured While Working At Music Festival Mr Kozlov grew up in St. Petersburg, Russia, but had long felt a sense of wanderlust. After serving a mandatory year in the military, he decided he wanted to live in Israel, arriving in August 2022 and taking part in Masa, a gap-year program that included an internship in motion design at a Tel Aviv company. His life was carefree, reflected in Instagram posts of beaches, biking, surfing, road-tripping and otherwise enjoying the days of a relaxed, unemployed 20-something. That ended on Oct. 7, 2023, the deadliest day in Israel's history. Mr Kozlov had picked up a job working security at the Tribe of Nova music festival in southern Israel close to the Gaza border, barely sleeping in two nights keeping watch for ticketless intruders. On his third morning, daybreak unleashed hours of chaos and confusion, the sound of gunfire, mad dashes for escape, scaling down a cliff and ultimately being led to a vehicle that Mr Kozlov believed would bring him to safety. He hadn't been killed, he rationalized, so he would be rescued. He never considered kidnapping. He sent no messages to his family. He was sure he would survive. He'd be home by night, he thought. Soon, though, Mr Kozlov was in Gaza, tied with rope. Reality set in. Guns were aimed and blows were delivered. He was certain he knew what would come next. "You are sure that you will spend the last moments of your life like that," he says, "and maybe tomorrow they will kill you." Those first days of Mr Kozlov's captivity were a "disgusting, terrible hell." Over eight months, he says he was held in eight different houses, guarded by a rotating cast of two dozen militants who lived beside him. Some, he said, feigned compassion; others treated their captives as animals. In some holding sites, he slept on a wet, sticky mattress that stunk of mold; others had far better conditions. Ropes were replaced by chains until restraints were removed altogether. He knows it could have been far worse. "They didn't pull out my nails," he says. "They didn't torture me with electroshock." Card Games Prayers And Drawings In time, a weird normalcy set in. He spent time picking up Arabic from his captors and Hebrew from fellow hostages. They'd talk of music and women and life before. Days passed in endless hands of cards or invented games like listing 10 Will Smith movies or 100 songs with the word 'love' in the title. He'd muse about escaping, but knew he'd never make it out alive. Sometimes, he wondered if he could telekinetically send a message to his parents. At others, this agnostic found himself trying to talk to God. After a few months, his captors provided a small mercy: A pencil and a thin notebook. Mr Kozlov knew he had artistic talent from childhood, but it was a pastime that came and went. Sometimes, years went by without drawing. Now, with nothing but time, he drew daily - cartoonish aliens and Don Corleone of "The Godfather" and the summer home in Russia where he spent his happiest days of youth. He wrote out goals, too. To go home the same person, or maybe better. To use his skills. To be free. And, on the 247th day, it came. Israeli Defense Forces burst into the house in the Nuseirat refugee camp where Mr Kozlov was held - a dramatic operation that rescued him and three other hostages, and killed at least 274 Palestinians caught in the cross-fire and an Israeli commando. In a moment, he was outside, feeling sun on his face for the first time in months, a Coke in his hand and a cigarette at his lips. A helicopter whirred him to safety. "Euphoria," he says. "You're able to feel fresh air, to see a sea, beach, sand, sky without any clouds." He calls it the best day of his life. With Freedom, Scars And Hope In the days that followed, he'd be reunited with his family, crumpling and bawling at his mother's feet at a hospital outside Tel Aviv, and recognized by passersby as that hostage on the news. Some nights, he'd wake up thinking he was back on that sticky mattress. Some days he had to pinch himself to believe he was truly free. "Sometimes I feel what it means to have a war and sometimes I feel the pain of every hostage," he says. "I feel pain of families who don't know where their loved ones are right now. ... I feel pain of people who left their houses in the south. I feel the pain of all the people who lost their houses. I feel pain." He says the vast majority of the time, he feels fine, but a day or so a month, the darkness returns. He spent his first few months of freedom in Israel, then traveling in the U.S. He was back in Israel for a time earlier this year, but found too many triggers, so he returned to the U.S. Along the way, he's made good on his goal, working on his art. In his studio space a block from the Hudson River, he's finalizing a planned exhibition of his work - a series of mostly acrylic paintings showing his capture, captivity and release. He wants to finish a few more pieces influenced by his time as a hostage before pivoting to new inspirations. Maybe he'll flit off to New Zealand, he says. Maybe he'll write a book. So many doors are open to him. Maybe art will become his life and his work will be filled with color and happiness. He sees that joy even in the paintings others might insist are dark. "It's not dark," he says. "It's about hope."
Yahoo
27-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Freed from Hamas captivity, former hostage tells his story through his paintings
NEW YORK (AP) — You'd be forgiven for looking around Andrei Kozlov's studio, dotted with paintings inspired by his eight months as a hostage of Hamas, and seeing only darkness — canvases splashed with gray and ocher, guns tucked into waistbands or resting against a wall, moments of angst and disbelief and pain. He is a free man now, who often lets a wide smile spread across his face, who can't believe his luck of surviving it all, and who urges you to look further. A painting of a blackened street his captors led him down is drowned in darkness, but in the distance is a sliver of cerulean sky. A screaming man's reflection is caught, but it's in a mirror on a bubblegum-pink wall. A house beside barren trees is seen in the desolation of night, but its windows glow with lamplight. 'When you're surrounded by something dark,' the 28-year-old Kozlov says, standing in a shared art studio he works at in the Hudson Yards neighborhood of New York, 'there always can be light inside.' Nearly a year after his release from captivity, Kozlov is familiar with juxtapositions. He is mostly happy and well-adjusted, able to matter-of-factly describe his ordeal, but sometimes returns in his mind to what he went through. He is alive and filled with gratitude but feels the weight of those not yet free. He is no longer a hostage but knows the world may always see him as one. 'I will be a former hostage forever,' he says. 'It will forever be a part of my life.' Captured while working at music festival Kozlov grew up in St. Petersburg, Russia, but had long felt a sense of wanderlust. After serving a mandatory year in the military, he decided he wanted to live in Israel, arriving in August 2022 and taking part in Masa, a gap-year program that included an internship in motion design at a Tel Aviv company. His life was carefree, reflected in Instagram posts of beaches, biking, surfing, road-tripping and otherwise enjoying the days of a relaxed, unemployed 20-something. That ended on Oct. 7, 2023, the deadliest day in Israel's history. Kozlov had picked up a job working security at the Tribe of Nova music festival in southern Israel close to the Gaza border, barely sleeping in two nights keeping watch for ticketless intruders. On his third morning, daybreak unleashed hours of chaos and confusion, the sound of gunfire, mad dashes for escape, scaling down a cliff and ultimately being led to a vehicle that Kozlov believed would bring him to safety. He hadn't been killed, he rationalized, so he would be rescued. He never considered kidnapping. He sent no messages to his family. He was sure he would survive. He'd be home by night, he thought. Soon, though, Kozlov was in Gaza, tied with rope. Reality set in. Guns were aimed and blows were delivered. He was certain he knew what would come next. 'You are sure that you will spend the last moments of your life like that,' he says, 'and maybe tomorrow they will kill you.' Those first days of Kozlov's captivity were a 'disgusting, terrible hell.' Over eight months, he says he was held in eight different houses, guarded by a rotating cast of two dozen militants who lived beside him. Some, he said, feigned compassion; others treated their captives as animals. In some holding sites, he slept on a wet, sticky mattress that stunk of mold; others had far better conditions. Ropes were replaced by chains until restraints were removed altogether. He knows it could have been far worse. 'They didn't pull out my nails,' he says. 'They didn't torture me with electroshock.' Card games, prayers and drawings In time, a weird normalcy set in. He spent time picking up Arabic from his captors and Hebrew from fellow hostages. They'd talk of music and women and life before. Days passed in endless hands of cards or invented games like listing 10 Will Smith movies or 100 songs with the word 'love' in the title. He'd muse about escaping, but knew he'd never make it out alive. Sometimes, he wondered if he could telekinetically send a message to his parents. At others, this agnostic found himself trying to talk to God. After a few months, his captors provided a small mercy: A pencil and a thin notebook. Kozlov knew he had artistic talent from childhood, but it was a pastime that came and went. Sometimes, years went by without drawing. Now, with nothing but time, he drew daily — cartoonish aliens and Don Corleone of 'The Godfather' and the summer home in Russia where he spent his happiest days of youth. He wrote out goals, too. To go home the same person, or maybe better. To use his skills. To be free. And, on the 247th day, it came. Israeli Defense Forces burst into the house in the Nuseirat refugee camp where Kozlov was held — a dramatic operation that rescued him and three other hostages, and killed at least 274 Palestinians caught in the cross-fire and an Israeli commando. In a moment, he was outside, feeling sun on his face for the first time in months, a Coke in his hand and a cigarette at his lips. A helicopter whirred him to safety. 'Euphoria,' he says. 'You're able to feel fresh air, to see a sea, beach, sand, sky without any clouds.' He calls it the best day of his life. With freedom, scars and hope In the days that followed, he'd be reunited with his family, crumpling and bawling at his mother's feet at a hospital outside Tel Aviv, and recognized by passersby as that hostage on the news. Some nights, he'd wake up thinking he was back on that sticky mattress. Some days he had to pinch himself to believe he was truly free. 'Sometimes I feel what it means to have a war and sometimes I feel the pain of every hostage,' he says. 'I feel pain of families who don't know where their loved ones are right now. ... I feel pain of people who left their houses in the south. I feel the pain of all the people who lost their houses. I feel pain.' He says the vast majority of the time, he feels fine, but a day or so a month, the darkness returns. He spent his first few months of freedom in Israel, then traveling in the U.S. He was back in Israel for a time earlier this year, but found too many triggers, so he returned to the U.S. Along the way, he's made good on his goal, working on his art. In his studio space a block from the Hudson River, he's finalizing a planned exhibition of his work — a series of mostly acrylic paintings showing his capture, captivity and release. He wants to finish a few more pieces influenced by his time as a hostage before pivoting to new inspirations. Maybe he'll flit off to New Zealand, he says. Maybe he'll write a book. So many doors are open to him. Maybe art will become his life and his work will be filled with color and happiness. He sees that joy even in the paintings others might insist are dark. 'It's not dark,' he says. 'It's about hope.' ___ Matt Sedensky can be reached at msedensky@ and ___ Follow AP's war coverage at
Hamilton Spectator
27-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Hamilton Spectator
Freed from Hamas captivity, former hostage tells his story through his paintings
NEW YORK (AP) — You'd be forgiven for looking around Andrei Kozlov's studio, dotted with paintings inspired by his eight months as a hostage of Hamas, and seeing only darkness — canvases splashed with gray and ocher, guns tucked into waistbands or resting against a wall, moments of angst and disbelief and pain. He is a free man now , who often lets a wide smile spread across his face, who can't believe his luck of surviving it all, and who urges you to look further. A painting of a blackened street his captors led him down is drowned in darkness, but in the distance is a sliver of cerulean sky. A screaming man's reflection is caught, but it's in a mirror on a bubblegum-pink wall. A house beside barren trees is seen in the desolation of night, but its windows glow with lamplight. 'When you're surrounded by something dark,' the 28-year-old Kozlov says, standing in a shared art studio he works at in the Hudson Yards neighborhood of New York, 'there always can be light inside.' Nearly a year after his release from captivity, Kozlov is familiar with juxtapositions. He is mostly happy and well-adjusted, able to matter-of-factly describe his ordeal, but sometimes returns in his mind to what he went through. He is alive and filled with gratitude but feels the weight of those not yet free . He is no longer a hostage but knows the world may always see him as one. 'I will be a former hostage forever,' he says. 'It will forever be a part of my life.' Captured while working at music festival Kozlov grew up in St. Petersburg, Russia, but had long felt a sense of wanderlust. After serving a mandatory year in the military, he decided he wanted to live in Israel, arriving in August 2022 and taking part in Masa, a gap-year program that included an internship in motion design at a Tel Aviv company. His life was carefree, reflected in Instagram posts of beaches, biking, surfing, road-tripping and otherwise enjoying the days of a relaxed, unemployed 20-something. That ended on Oct. 7, 2023, the deadliest day in Israel's history . Kozlov had picked up a job working security at the Tribe of Nova music festival in southern Israel close to the Gaza border, barely sleeping in two nights keeping watch for ticketless intruders. On his third morning, daybreak unleashed hours of chaos and confusion , the sound of gunfire, mad dashes for escape, scaling down a cliff and ultimately being led to a vehicle that Kozlov believed would bring him to safety. He hadn't been killed, he rationalized, so he would be rescued. He never considered kidnapping. He sent no messages to his family. He was sure he would survive. He'd be home by night, he thought. Soon, though, Kozlov was in Gaza, tied with rope. Reality set in. Guns were aimed and blows were delivered. He was certain he knew what would come next. 'You are sure that you will spend the last moments of your life like that,' he says, 'and maybe tomorrow they will kill you.' Those first days of Kozlov's captivity were a 'disgusting, terrible hell.' Over eight months, he says he was held in eight different houses, guarded by a rotating cast of two dozen militants who lived beside him. Some, he said, feigned compassion; others treated their captives as animals. In some holding sites, he slept on a wet, sticky mattress that stunk of mold; others had far better conditions. Ropes were replaced by chains until restraints were removed altogether. He knows it could have been far worse. 'They didn't pull out my nails,' he says. 'They didn't torture me with electroshock.' Card games, prayers and drawings In time, a weird normalcy set in. He spent time picking up Arabic from his captors and Hebrew from fellow hostages. They'd talk of music and women and life before. Days passed in endless hands of cards or invented games like listing 10 Will Smith movies or 100 songs with the word 'love' in the title. He'd muse about escaping, but knew he'd never make it out alive. Sometimes, he wondered if he could telekinetically send a message to his parents. At others, this agnostic found himself trying to talk to God. After a few months, his captors provided a small mercy: A pencil and a thin notebook. Kozlov knew he had artistic talent from childhood, but it was a pastime that came and went. Sometimes, years went by without drawing. Now, with nothing but time, he drew daily — cartoonish aliens and Don Corleone of 'The Godfather' and the summer home in Russia where he spent his happiest days of youth. He wrote out goals, too. To go home the same person, or maybe better. To use his skills. To be free. And, on the 247th day, it came. Israeli Defense Forces burst into the house in the Nuseirat refugee camp where Kozlov was held — a dramatic operation that rescued him and three other hostages , and killed at least 274 Palestinians caught in the cross-fire and an Israeli commando. In a moment, he was outside, feeling sun on his face for the first time in months, a Coke in his hand and a cigarette at his lips. A helicopter whirred him to safety. 'Euphoria,' he says. 'You're able to feel fresh air, to see a sea, beach, sand, sky without any clouds.' He calls it the best day of his life. With freedom, scars and hope In the days that followed, he'd be reunited with his family, crumpling and bawling at his mother's feet at a hospital outside Tel Aviv, and recognized by passersby as that hostage on the news. Some nights, he'd wake up thinking he was back on that sticky mattress. Some days he had to pinch himself to believe he was truly free. 'Sometimes I feel what it means to have a war and sometimes I feel the pain of every hostage,' he says. 'I feel pain of families who don't know where their loved ones are right now. ... I feel pain of people who left their houses in the south. I feel the pain of all the people who lost their houses. I feel pain.' He says the vast majority of the time, he feels fine, but a day or so a month, the darkness returns. He spent his first few months of freedom in Israel, then traveling in the U.S. He was back in Israel for a time earlier this year, but found too many triggers, so he returned to the U.S. Along the way, he's made good on his goal, working on his art. In his studio space a block from the Hudson River, he's finalizing a planned exhibition of his work — a series of mostly acrylic paintings showing his capture, captivity and release. He wants to finish a few more pieces influenced by his time as a hostage before pivoting to new inspirations. Maybe he'll flit off to New Zealand, he says. Maybe he'll write a book. So many doors are open to him. Maybe art will become his life and his work will be filled with color and happiness. He sees that joy even in the paintings others might insist are dark. 'It's not dark,' he says. 'It's about hope.' ___ Matt Sedensky can be reached at msedensky@ and ___ Follow AP's war coverage at
Winnipeg Free Press
27-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Winnipeg Free Press
Freed from Hamas captivity, former hostage tells his story through his paintings
NEW YORK (AP) — You'd be forgiven for looking around Andrei Kozlov's studio, dotted with paintings inspired by his eight months as a hostage of Hamas, and seeing only darkness — canvases splashed with gray and ocher, guns tucked into waistbands or resting against a wall, moments of angst and disbelief and pain. He is a free man now, who often lets a wide smile spread across his face, who can't believe his luck of surviving it all, and who urges you to look further. A painting of a blackened street his captors led him down is drowned in darkness, but in the distance is a sliver of cerulean sky. A screaming man's reflection is caught, but it's in a mirror on a bubblegum-pink wall. A house beside barren trees is seen in the desolation of night, but its windows glow with lamplight. 'When you're surrounded by something dark,' the 28-year-old Kozlov says, standing in a shared art studio he works at in the Hudson Yards neighborhood of New York, 'there always can be light inside.' Nearly a year after his release from captivity, Kozlov is familiar with juxtapositions. He is mostly happy and well-adjusted, able to matter-of-factly describe his ordeal, but sometimes returns in his mind to what he went through. He is alive and filled with gratitude but feels the weight of those not yet free. He is no longer a hostage but knows the world may always see him as one. 'I will be a former hostage forever,' he says. 'It will forever be a part of my life.' Captured while working at music festival Kozlov grew up in St. Petersburg, Russia, but had long felt a sense of wanderlust. After serving a mandatory year in the military, he decided he wanted to live in Israel, arriving in August 2022 and taking part in Masa, a gap-year program that included an internship in motion design at a Tel Aviv company. His life was carefree, reflected in Instagram posts of beaches, biking, surfing, road-tripping and otherwise enjoying the days of a relaxed, unemployed 20-something. That ended on Oct. 7, 2023, the deadliest day in Israel's history. Kozlov had picked up a job working security at the Tribe of Nova music festival in southern Israel close to the Gaza border, barely sleeping in two nights keeping watch for ticketless intruders. On his third morning, daybreak unleashed hours of chaos and confusion, the sound of gunfire, mad dashes for escape, scaling down a cliff and ultimately being led to a vehicle that Kozlov believed would bring him to safety. He hadn't been killed, he rationalized, so he would be rescued. He never considered kidnapping. He sent no messages to his family. He was sure he would survive. He'd be home by night, he thought. Soon, though, Kozlov was in Gaza, tied with rope. Reality set in. Guns were aimed and blows were delivered. He was certain he knew what would come next. 'You are sure that you will spend the last moments of your life like that,' he says, 'and maybe tomorrow they will kill you.' Those first days of Kozlov's captivity were a 'disgusting, terrible hell.' Over eight months, he says he was held in eight different houses, guarded by a rotating cast of two dozen militants who lived beside him. Some, he said, feigned compassion; others treated their captives as animals. In some holding sites, he slept on a wet, sticky mattress that stunk of mold; others had far better conditions. Ropes were replaced by chains until restraints were removed altogether. He knows it could have been far worse. 'They didn't pull out my nails,' he says. 'They didn't torture me with electroshock.' Card games, prayers and drawings In time, a weird normalcy set in. He spent time picking up Arabic from his captors and Hebrew from fellow hostages. They'd talk of music and women and life before. Days passed in endless hands of cards or invented games like listing 10 Will Smith movies or 100 songs with the word 'love' in the title. He'd muse about escaping, but knew he'd never make it out alive. Sometimes, he wondered if he could telekinetically send a message to his parents. At others, this agnostic found himself trying to talk to God. After a few months, his captors provided a small mercy: A pencil and a thin notebook. Kozlov knew he had artistic talent from childhood, but it was a pastime that came and went. Sometimes, years went by without drawing. Now, with nothing but time, he drew daily — cartoonish aliens and Don Corleone of 'The Godfather' and the summer home in Russia where he spent his happiest days of youth. He wrote out goals, too. To go home the same person, or maybe better. To use his skills. To be free. And, on the 247th day, it came. Israeli Defense Forces burst into the house in the Nuseirat refugee camp where Kozlov was held — a dramatic operation that rescued him and three other hostages, and killed at least 274 Palestinians caught in the cross-fire and an Israeli commando. In a moment, he was outside, feeling sun on his face for the first time in months, a Coke in his hand and a cigarette at his lips. A helicopter whirred him to safety. 'Euphoria,' he says. 'You're able to feel fresh air, to see a sea, beach, sand, sky without any clouds.' He calls it the best day of his life. With freedom, scars and hope In the days that followed, he'd be reunited with his family, crumpling and bawling at his mother's feet at a hospital outside Tel Aviv, and recognized by passersby as that hostage on the news. Some nights, he'd wake up thinking he was back on that sticky mattress. Some days he had to pinch himself to believe he was truly free. 'Sometimes I feel what it means to have a war and sometimes I feel the pain of every hostage,' he says. 'I feel pain of families who don't know where their loved ones are right now. … I feel pain of people who left their houses in the south. I feel the pain of all the people who lost their houses. I feel pain.' He says the vast majority of the time, he feels fine, but a day or so a month, the darkness returns. He spent his first few months of freedom in Israel, then traveling in the U.S. He was back in Israel for a time earlier this year, but found too many triggers, so he returned to the U.S. Along the way, he's made good on his goal, working on his art. In his studio space a block from the Hudson River, he's finalizing a planned exhibition of his work — a series of mostly acrylic paintings showing his capture, captivity and release. He wants to finish a few more pieces influenced by his time as a hostage before pivoting to new inspirations. Maybe he'll flit off to New Zealand, he says. Maybe he'll write a book. So many doors are open to him. Maybe art will become his life and his work will be filled with color and happiness. He sees that joy even in the paintings others might insist are dark. Wednesdays A weekly look towards a post-pandemic future. 'It's not dark,' he says. 'It's about hope.' ___ Matt Sedensky can be reached at msedensky@ and ___ Follow AP's war coverage at
