Today it was the third day of the russian invasion. it seems that the Maidan war was won on feb 25th, there was only maybe two days of peace which was spent in mourning and shock and then straight away Russia invaded crimea and all Ukrainians know that he will not be satisfied with that. its 3am in the morning. I'm still awake because Oksana came round, gave me the medicine and brought me the spoils from Presidents Yanuks house in Mejergeria, I'm assuming from Maidan security but who knows. His house had been broken into as soon as he fled the country first by a feisty journo Chornival and then other journalists and activists followed. It was said that already the gold, fur coats and cars had been taken. it was unclear who had taken them and where the items were now, and speculation was rife. despite these strange situation the house had become a top attraction for activists and onlookers, observers and the curious. I was unclear wether it was still open to the public and the likes of me, but i was determined to visit (after my initial repulsion that gripped me at the thought of entering a dictators house and gaining any pleasure from his sick lifestyle that had produced such misery in Ukraine) and to make a film in english of the tour which now had a guide and map.
A New Zealand guy arrived in a flurry into the small apartment. He towered in the hallway, I becons him to come to the kitchen where there were two french people in deep conversation about plans to help the revolution. it seemed appropriate that Tom had made friends of the french in the middle of the revolution and that they were plotting something in my kitchen. I was proud to have created such an alliance and to have facilitated and nurtured their ongoing friendship and plans. He wanted to try to help bring the politicians together with the people of Maidan in order to bring about a kind of joint plan, she wanted to set up a think tank in Strasbourg France or Brussels. He was a small man in his forties, with round smiling face, and she was a glamourous beauty, just what you expected a refined women from paris to look like. she had arrived into my haven on the edge of the revolution wearing black high heal boots and the prettiest black fur jacet, her bright red lipstick was always plentifully applied and made you want to kiss her on the spot, even more when she burst into sweet french accent which made the lips curl repeatedly into pouts. A great distraction for my recent heart brake from the day before had started to make me pay more attention to the gorgeous girls around me...perhaps a relationship with a women would be more fulfilling.
Relationships were more flexible in this time of uncertainty. We could all be dead any day or moment, or our lives changed forever from injuries caused by a sniper or shrapnel rules of engagement out the window.
I imagine it was the same in ww2. falling in love fast didn't think about the consequences.
Relationships were more flexible in this time of uncertainty. We could all be dead any day or moment, or our lives changed forever from injuries caused by a sniper or shrapnel rules of engagement out the window.
I imagine it was the same in ww2. falling in love fast didn't think about the consequences.
Tom the New zealand guy, settles into the kitchen and after I put all the rememnants of food away askes if he can eat some bread. So I get it out again.
i share my stories about the two days of fighting on the square and he shares his about the medical volunteer girl who was shot in the neck, his personal friend, thank goodness she survived. I said that there was a story that she had died.I wondered why I was not touched personally by any deaths or serious injuries . we all watched videos on youtube of what had happened on the frontline at the peak of sniper activity on Institutska. A man was giving out commands . amazing, bravery and I felt proud that I was a personal freind of such a man.
i share my stories about the two days of fighting on the square and he shares his about the medical volunteer girl who was shot in the neck, his personal friend, thank goodness she survived. I said that there was a story that she had died.I wondered why I was not touched personally by any deaths or serious injuries . we all watched videos on youtube of what had happened on the frontline at the peak of sniper activity on Institutska. A man was giving out commands . amazing, bravery and I felt proud that I was a personal freind of such a man.
Two nights ago a filmmaker Dan and James sat for many hours watching online footage of the attack and there was clear video of when the bullet hit individuals and they fell to the ground, sometimes still moving sometimes not. it was addictive to watch and yet deeply disturbing, somehow I felt I wanted to learn something by watching this but really there was nothing to learn, maybe to know what kind of government could expose young protestors to individuals that would kill for money and as a job.
There had been much speculation about who were these shooters were and even in the video, the people being shot at were wondering which side the shooters were shooting from.
There had been much speculation about who were these shooters were and even in the video, the people being shot at were wondering which side the shooters were shooting from.
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