Ordinary Day of Revolution in Mariupol
In Mariupol, the revolution is in the hands of local criminal groups. I hear, now and again, that it is like going back to the 1990s yet under a new banner. There is hardly any militsyia present in the city, and so rampages are widespread. Even those who stood in long queues here on Sunday at election stations to cast their votes for the Donetsk Republic, are dismayed at the appearance of the city centre.
This is no Maidan, not even ODA in Donetsk – alcohol bottles and rubbish can be seen everywhere. A party goes on at night – drunken “separatists" – boys of less than 20 are having their photos taken in combat-style stances on conquered armoured vehicles. With the girls who are most willing to pose in their arms and with weapons. An inscription on the wall of a nearby building reads: “Our men are heroes”. A solitary attempt to keep order in the city is being made by voluntary patrols of employees of one of Akhmetov factories – they are wearing work jackets so that everyone can immediately identify them. They practically have no authorisation, but their presence calms residents a little.