The square is filled with people I don't know. these new guys do not smile or say hello. It feels to me like they have been imported in from somewhere for a reason, maybe to clear the original Maidan smoothly. The Square was in the past always filled with happy people willing to chat, drink tea etc. Now if someone recognizes me they practically drag me into their tent or makeshift patio, chat in broken English. Perhaps they are starved for a lack of friendly banter and familiar faces.
Today I saved a barricade, well part of it anyway. Several huge diggers and dump trucks were removing most of the debris from the gate near European square on Kreshatyk street. Luckily I found the the commandant. Despite ruining his clean Nikes wonderful and curious Dima helped me carry the huge metal barriers that had been painted and graffitied by activists over the past few months. he didnt understand why I was saving these rusty huge pieces. Later they were stolen and taken to the scrap metal dump where most of the barricades ended up.
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