By Galina Vogt
Translated and edited by Voices of Ukraine
From Galina Vogt…
Good afternoon, my name is Sergei (I will not mention my surname, it is very dangerous), and I am living in Donetsk. Or rather, surviving. Why did I not leave? Because my parents did not want to go, and I cannot leave them here. You probably want to know, what it is like for us to live here? To be honest, many even rather like it, especially those who were no-one and, having taken up arms and joined the army of the DNR [Donetsk People’s Republic], have become big people. They are allowed to get away with a lot now and they actively use this.
If you do not pay attention to the buildings broken by artillery shelling, the city is more or less clean, and surprisingly, the municipal services are somehow working. Also many entertainment venues are open: bars, restaurants and night clubs. But at the same time for many there is simply nothing to eat; they join kilometre-long queues for the distribution of free food.
You know, many are under the impression that we are seemingly under fascist occupation by the Nazis, as if what we have seen in films and heard from grandmothers has come into our lives: in the evenings the bandits party in bars; some girls get their lives sorted and even marry in with men from the “militia,” some girls disappear; cars fly around the city full of insurgents looking for partisans and espionage groups, sometimes they find someone and take them away to the cellars.
There is only one clear difference from those days: when the cities were occupied by fascist Nazis, people knew that sooner or later they will be liberated, and now there is no such feeling. There is a feeling that we were simply left at the mercy of these non-humans, so that they would calm down.
But we still wait, there are still many of us like this, but every day there are less.
And the guys at the airport are real Heroes, you cannot even imagine what forces are thrown to knock them out from there.
Source: Inna Scherbininia FB