obvious question – how will they get in or out?
The second question is are they worried?
Yes, they are scared of what is happening.
It’s not just in Odesa. In other cities of South and East (Dnipropetrovsk, Mykolaiv, Kherson) authorities have done the same – blocked windows and doors with bags filled with sand, boards, fenced buildings with wire. This is real paranoia.
I’ll leave it here.
Sergey Vysotsky from Ukraine speaks to EU officials:
Dear “Ukraine’s friends” at Brussels (and Washington). When Yanukovich and his cronies will be killing us during another circle of escalation, don’t you dare to express your fucking concerns. We’ve had enough of them. When the total death toll will rise up to thousands and our country will be divided, you will get, maybe not a second Syria, but a huge Transinistria at the border. I’m not appealing to your values, we all know that values doesn’t feel themselves good at the modern EU. Just because values are about courage and dignity, which any bureaucratic apparatus has none. But, for God’s sake, can you take some action in the name of your cynical interest? It’s not about our lives. It’s about your security. Do you really need a huge black hole of problems at your border? Refuges, Black Sea basin destabilization, problems with gas transit and nuclear plants security. Come on, guys. You have all the tools to help us get rid of Yanukovich. The prise will be much more lesser than it could be at the future. Act or fuck off.
An essay by Ukrainian writer Yuri Andrukhovych:
Quote: “It is precisely for their rights and freedoms — long and brazenly violated by the Yanukovych regime — that the Ukrainian people are now fighting. They have been given no other choice. Our national anthem says, “We will lay down our body and soul for our freedom.” On Jan. 19, the protests turned violent. But if no one resists the riot police, the thinking goes, Ukraine will be turned into one large prison in a matter of weeks.
This is why an acquaintance of mine, a translator of Kierkegaard and Ibsen, now spends her time making Molotov cocktails, and her young sons, classics majors, aged 17 and 19, throw their mother’s products in the direction of the wall of smoke on Hrushevsky Street, which runs past major government buildings.
This is why an 80-year-old Kiev grandmother brought her knitting needles to the protest headquarters and gave them to the first protester she saw with the words, “Take them, son. If you don’t kill the monster, maybe you’ll at least stop it.”
This is why even the Hare Krishnas in Kiev now carry baseball bats”.