In Kyiv he understood – all that was left for him was Ukraine. Ukraine told him clearly what to do. Ukraine was sunflower fields and no stupid questions asked. A dead friend’s memento knife.
The last phase of so-called Maidan “cleansing” that is to say the removal of the last tents is just about to finish.
We are sitting in a gazebo in the village of Novye Petrovtsy near Kiev. The Internal Forces soldiers are eyeing us tentatively from their post.
Everyone is asking why I am not writing about Maidan. It’s hard to write about it. It is Maidan after Maidan. There is no bridge linking the “February Maidan" and its current “life after life”.
For the past two months, I was working in the east of Ukraine as an Open Dialog Foundation correspondent. During that time, peaceful manifestations around me were transforming into riots, administrative buildings were being stormed and recaptured and, finally, war operations were going on.