He calls me 'My Ash.' He tells me he loves me.
I tell him not to trust anyone, but I want him to trust me, this terrorist. I want to thwart him, and I feel no remorse. I have a few ideas about how to do it, too.
What concerns me the most about David, far away on the other side of the world, is that he keeps sending me videos and images of guns. He says he has an M4.
with more journalists, mainly Colborne’s colleagues at Bellingcat.
'Hi,' he replies. 'i'm an antifascist and you're about to be exposed,' I tell him, filled with a mixture of loathing and fear and glee.
I had made their worst nightmares come true: Behind the beautiful Aryan they desired was a fat, cunning Jew, biding her time.