During these incomplete 3 days, I managed to relive the memories and emotions of March.
Dirt, ignorance, anger and fear. Blood, pus and death. Despair, despair and gloom.
People broken by the occupation forgot such features as trust, humor and subjectivity.
In 7 months, the larva of the Russian world bore fruit in this city - a fatal fear of having one's own opinion. In 7 months, Russia imposed its authoritarian agenda and subjugation by force.
A classic example of the Hobbesian "citizen". All they do now is survival. Survival in the conditions of the stone age.
Add here executions and rapes, terror and torture. Current and hunger, time and despair.
And alas, there was fertilized soil for this larva. Now I will try to explain the reasons for the formation of this fertilizer in the soil, this is a topic for a separate series of posts.
And no matter what, people who have experienced this whole spectrum of emotions do not want to leave their homes. They did not abandon them before the hostilities began, they did not abandon them during and refuse to do so after. It's hard for me to understand, and even harder to accept.
The pre-war lightness of this city was overshadowed by the leaden course of the empire. But with the arrival of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and the Ukrainian flag, hope appeared in the city. Hope for a NEW vision of today's self. Hope for awareness of PAST mistakes. But I hope for appropriate CONSEQUENCES for every action.