“Dear Europe! Now we are at war.
Don’t be afraid to call it war. It is not a conflict between east and west, Russians and Ukrainians, for or against EU. It is a war for our rights to be treated as human beings and not slaves. Do you remember what “slaves” means? We do. Leave your panic aside. We are fed up with your sanctions. We can’t devour them anymore. Our gas, blood, and riots is the vomit of your invisible sanctions.
You are too cozy, dear old Europe. Too wrinkled. Too immobile. You forgot what freedom is – freedom as an opposition to slavery. Perhaps, because you are too old.
When the Granny realizes that her grandchildren are not suitable for being wrapped and they are not interested in a soothing lullaby, she is a bit sad. But the grown children can cope with a great number of other stuff. Chopping trees, killing poultry and planting orchards, for example. We can help, really. We are not only for mass festivities, folk songs and varenyky. Your encyclopedias lie. Read ours.
We are growing, Granny. Please, don’t be sad.”