February 8, 2014
Translated by Isis Wisdom
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” where everyone feels part of one whole, a part of one country where there is no “east–west,” “Russian-speaking–Ukrainian-speaking,” where all Ukrainians stand, one for the other.
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” where the doctor will give you free medical care, for whom all patients are equal, and who swore the Hippocratic oath with more than mere lip service. And who, after, goes to the kitchen in the House of Trade Unions and says: “I need 3 servings of soup. It’s for my patients(!).” And he does it just like that. He’s consciously aware.
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” where I feel secure, where I am safe. It sounds absurd, but outside of the perimeter of Maidan, lately, I’m afraid even to wear a yellow and blue ribbon, let alone a big flag. On Maidan, all are one community.
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” where not only a mother worries if I’m hungry, but people who are total strangers do too. I was there as a volunteer, I saw it. When a woman who was a complete stranger to me, brought me dinner and said: ” I will not leave until you finish eating.” (And she didn’t walk away).
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” I want to see your eyes and face filled with good, devoid of selfish aims. I want to live next to those two couples, who on Saturday night came to pass tea around to frozen boys at the barricades (the Perfect Family) with 3 little wives, who came from Sumy to help; I want to live next to Anna Ivanovna, who is 72, but full of life and truth, and that’s why she’s there, in the country of my dreams – on Maidan. The list is long, the thought is singular – they are consciously aware.
I want to live in the country of “Maidan,” where the main song – is not “mother dear, give it to me, give it to me” – but the Ukrainian anthem. At night it sounds every hour. When the anthem sounds, even the men on the barricades at upper Instytutska street at 4am stand, with hand on heart, and sing. Then the prayer sounds. There’s no camera, your patriotism is not broadcast on tv. They sing with their hearts. I want to live in that country.
I would like to see “Maidan” throughout all of Ukraine: from Solomonovo [Zakarpattia Oblast] to the Red Star [Kirovohrad], from the village of Hrem’yach [Chernihiv Region] to Cape Sarich [Crimea]. We are one.
Glory to one united Ukraine!