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A text about Kyiv today from my acquaintance:
(sorry for the length, and for the rambling :D)
"You know why we have already won?
I'm not saying "Euromaidan won," because it's not about Europe.
I'll start by paying tribute to the opposition. Let's say you're all right, and everything that happened is a redistribution of power for other oligarchs, or a conspiracy by the US, Russia, the Masons, or anyone else.
But...
I realized that we won:
- When I saw priests of different faiths and religions standing between the Berkut and the protesters.
- When, coming out of the subway, I first saw a huge army tent that said "Donetsk, Mariupol, Yenakievo," and on the wall were laser projections of a monument to the soldiers who liberated the city and the Eternal Flame.
- When in the middle of Maidan, next to a portrait of the deceased Misha Zhiznevsky, there was a stack of bread, a candle, and a six-liter plastic container with the top cut off, and next to it was a sign that said "for the funeral."
The container was full of money, but no one looked at it, because everyone knew that no one would take anything from it.
- When I saw guys from Donetsk singing a song with guys wrapped in the UPA flag.
- When the blind and people with cerebral palsy helped to carry tea and cut sandwiches.
- When my friends from other regions sent me money, asking me to help those who were freezing with warm socks.
- When I sang the anthem in a chorus with several hundred thousand people at the same time.
- When I saw drunk people being led away from the entrance to the perimeter, and they were ashamed.
- When, during the assault, people didn't run away from the Berkut squad that ran out, but ran towards them.
- When a guy in a balaclava played the piano against the backdrop of burning tires.
- When, after a month and a half of Maidan, in the center of which is the glass dome of the "Globus," not a single section of the dome was broken.
- When the staff of the cultural center brought a field kitchen and cooked borscht for everyone who was cold.
- When, during the night attempt by the Berkut and the Internal Troops to drive people out of Maidan, several tens of thousands of people arrived in an hour and a half; taxi drivers and private drivers were taking passengers for free if the destination was Maidan.
- When, in almost all cities, ultras (!!!) came to protect the protesters from possible attacks and provocations.
- When I saw a squad of combat grandmothers-valkyries in carnival masks with bowls on their heads - "are you going to arrest us too?"
- When, after the assault, I bought medicine at the pharmacy according to a list, and only the leftovers were left, and the pharmacist said to me with a smile, "almost everything has already been taken."
- When my apolitical and not very radical friends were on duty at night in different districts, patrolling the streets for unrest.
- When my friends from Russia wrote to me that they were ready to come or help with money at any moment.
- When I first felt that I loved Ukraine.
I don't know who will be in power now, what the fate of the country will be, whether there will be a division, decentralization, or whether nothing will change in politics at all, but I definitely know that I live among wonderful, kind, magical people; I know that on Maidan, guys from Donetsk fraternized with guys from Lviv, students read poetry to the proletariat, ultra-right-wingers carried stunned anarchists off the battlefield, and Krishna devotees danced next to Orthodox Christians. And this is a victory that no Masonic plan can overshadow.
Lord, thank you for letting me live during a time of change and see all this with my own eyes. Rest the souls of those who died in this war, give health to ordinary people, extremists, police officers, Berkut soldiers - everyone who suffered from the cold, bullets, fire, or blows. Send us all wisdom and Love, and first of all - love for those who, by the will of fate, are considered our enemies. Because if we have Love, we will have victory.
Thank you, Ukrainians, Russians, Belarusians, Georgians, Armenians, and all the other wonderful people I see smiling and determined at minus twenty degrees and not going to retreat.
I love you."