A brief visit to the Hrushevskoho barricades of the protests in Ukraine.
@ 1:42, I slipped on the ice and dipped my arm into the hole on that barrel’s lid. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but whatever chemical was started smelling so bad that I got kicked out of the coffee shop I went to to warm up. It smelled like turpentine, but it wasn’t flammable — at least not explosively so. I checked.
The protests are very organized and disciplined. There are guards both at the entrances and roving who enforce a no-alcohol, no-drunkenness policy. Shops, even within the perimeter, continue to function. There have been no smashed windows or looting.
The logistics are impressive too — kitchens, first aid stations, garbage remove, firewood.