Fire, explosions, smoke, pools of blood, cries of the wounded, church bells, icy water, shots, more blasts, the stench of explosions and gasoline and all permeated with the odor of burnt tires. I cannot believe that I am at the Maidan, the main square of the city where I spent my entire life.
The war is here. A real fierce war. It is impossible to grasp this emotionally, although the mind is working precisely and quickly quite apart from emotions. We are being exterminated because of our desire to have dignity and decide our lives independently. This simply makes no sense. My fellow Ukrainians are being killed by the creatures that not only resemble us biologically, but also carry Ukrainian passports.
WE MUST BREAK THIS NIGHMARE
RISE, UKRAINE, RISE ALL UKRAINE.
A LIFE WITHOUT DIGNITY IS NOT WORTH LIVING