– What are you doing here?! Shame! – individual shouted to my face erstwhile I was standing in front of a crowd coming out of the park under Kubicki Arkady. The American president had just finished his show, yet the sky lit the spotlights brightly as on the advertisement of the powder "Redion himself washes", the music poured from the speakers. People went out joyfully waving American banners (sometimes with the “F-16 for Ukraine”) and setting for free soup. I was under the barrier (with banners behind the gate they wouldn't let in), with my dictate taped over with a fast-tracked GO HOME...
– Who should go home?!
– Well, this gentleman and his colleagues – I showed on the large image of Biden on the teleb. They looked at me as if I had fallen from the tree: surprise, mischief, holy outrage.
– Why?! – mocked with disbelief, caught up with questions, and I quickly, everyone in turn, refused that it was the Yankees who started this war, bringing arms and military advisors to Russia. And they brought her to us, and this war is not ours. That they were bothered that Europe from the Russians had inexpensive gas and oil. They were hoping for shale gas in Donbasa, breaking off a silk way from China and all that. You didn't gotta mess with the Russians, and now it should be over before it starts...
– How much do the Russians pay you? – it rained the most.
Some shouted from a distance, others came close to throw any whore. Fortunately, a friend of the photographer started spinning erstwhile I got punched in the face, even though he'd have a picture, the reporter was talking to me. They besides rapidly appeared around the cell phone: people were sipping pictures of me like a bear on Krupówki. A gentleman smiled in communication:
– And I admit the woman on TV! – he guessed it was most likely a happening.
– Brava, brava! – a group of Italians held my hand, amazed at why I was here alone.
Some guy spoke French, and he quietly said he was from the United States, but he'd alternatively not say it out loud due to the fact that he was embarrassed. And that he doesn't realize why they don't have anyone on the streets.
The sleds besides congratulated me on my flight, but the furs prevailed. any English-speaking boy was asking if I was Russian.
No, I'm telling you. - Here.
- A Communist? Fuck you.
Another Canadian besides shouted to get the fuck out of Poland. I was reciprocating. It was hot.
Young blond, eager to discuss, convinced that the Ukrainian must be helped.
– Then why aren't you going there?
Because I have a wife and a kid.
– And my boy is going to marry you?
– But they won't take me due to the fact that I'm a musician.
– Oh, that's great, you'll be in the orchestra.
He's reasoning about it.
A group of young Ukrainians (do not know why they spoke English that they were Germans) surrounded me asking me dangerously who to get out of here. I thought I'd appease them, that I meant the Yankees who made them cannon meat, but they started cooking. And since they were not doing well with this English, I said that they could talk Ukrainian, but I spoke Russian in a way that made them electrified. They began to consult on the side what to do to me. But since there was a police cordon nearby, they only got together in a group, pulled out the Ukrainian flag and began chanting “Live Ukraine!” and in my direction “Shit!”.
A girl in a red hat joined in my defense, and she had a mouthful! I can't do that. She argued that this war was pure business for Americans. I left her with a bunch of screamers, calm that she could handle it due to the fact that I wanted to put my banner on TVN's staff.
– We ourselves would be happy to go home – and politely missed me.
They besides refused to perceive to a quiet young man who came with an A4 poster arm with pacifistic graphics. A fewer hands stretched out for them, but no 1 even wanted to pay him a symbolic gold, so they returned to the owner.
“The shame” sounded like an echo in my head. Yeah, I realized it was a shame that brought me here. No, it's not in individual else's breasts I'm gonna fight here. The shame of my failure and of all my “bubble”. First of all, shame on us journalists. 1 of his colleagues, Piotr Skwieciński, who thought he was a writer and then a diplomat, sent films from a facility in Moscow on Facebook, showing how the Bajraktars kill the Russians (as he wrote).
Adam Wajrak, the 1 who likes birds and flowers, without being embarrassed, collected money for weapons for Ukrainians online. Lewicowce Sierakowski – on Turkish deadly drone.
I'm not ashamed of Jack Hugo-Bader due to the fact that he's at least his own body, but... erstwhile with 1 glued eye, a man in his 60s got behind the wheel of the car to drive him to the front of the Ukrainian militants (before that, he took money from people for the car and its renovation), so erstwhile he left, I wrote to him: “Just don’t stick it on the PRESS window due to the fact that you’re no longer a journalist.” He said, "Hemingway went to war too." But in a while, on his way with another specified expedition, he wrote: “What the fuck am I doing here?” due to the fact that driving into Kiev passed a golf course where cars were parked, which was 1 of their wheels you could buy a car for sad soldiers. So I replied: “Go back to the profession. Interview those in the golf course.”
But until now, if I'm right, no 1 has interviewed Ukrainian oligarchs. Which side are they on? Didn't they trade with Russia? Who gives them more — east or west? And where are they now if they don't play golf in Kiev? No 1 wrote about Ukrainian corruption until the authorities in Kiev had to tap something themselves, that a fewer guys were pushing off their seats, due to the fact that already the West did not stand, erstwhile with 1 contract only for generators for 20 million euros, on which this West is actually falling, the bribe amounted to 7 million euros. And 1 guy from the government, I'd say the defence minister, brushed his money on the front for soldiers. But effort to find out about it from a Polish journalist.
Another colleague of mine (private interview) did not want to organise a discussion in his club about the journalist's place in the war I proposed. Reason: it would be awkward due to the fact that he manages American scholarships for Russian interns on emigration. Questions?
Why am I not there? due to the fact that I have no 1 to work for. erstwhile I went to Crimea in 2014, freshly occupied by Russian "green people", and officially sent me (for my money) Gazeta Wyborcza, then she did not want to print my text. Apparently, he wasn't. It was the consequence that almost all my interlocutors – the Russians, the Tatars, the fewer Ukrainians, the Donbas refugees – were happy that it is how it is that without war they became part of Russia, and the Kievs never counted.
Such texts are “not worn”. I have not seen any another reports from Crimea or Donbas on that side. Correspondents from Russia left before the war, and then threw themselves on the front, armed with helmets and bulletproof vests, but only on the 1 side of the front and only where they were allowed to go by Ukrainian troops. I don't like journalism like that.
Today, Gazeta Wyborcza, erstwhile my newspaper, writes: “Biden appreciated Poland and recognized its function as a front state.” So “it would be good to follow the punch,” the commentator says. In addition, among the main titles, the paper recommends that "in fresh decades the dimension of the penis in the erection has changed". possibly not related to the erstwhile subject. Whatever. due to the fact that the press is independent, ha ha. Selfless (?) taught people to think, selling them mush according to the sponsor's prescription. Urban giggles in his grave.
Secondly, I am ashamed of those with whom we “we have rejected the commune.” Who present remembers that the planet carried Poles on its hands for the coup WITHOUT usage OF THE BRONI? Where are Jack Kuronia's friends and students today? On a Kombatan pension or on a bench in Brussels? BTW, we overturned the commune on the workers' back from “Solidarity” and then overturned “Solidarity”. Today, Polish dissidents have grown bulges on the systemic transformation, teeth bite only soft, and eyes dimmed. They have made a mediocre contribution to the democratic revolutions in Ukraine, so present they applaud what gave $100 billion to Ukrainians with weapons. "We will fight to the last Ukrainian," 1 of his packages broke out. And erstwhile the slogan “For our freedom and for yours” was carried on the banners by Polish demonstrators solidarity with the Russian Decabrists. And it wasn't from behind the computer screen.
And for my government, I am ashamed. individual read my favorite. The president said that, getting out of the chair all over the event, he signed Biden's speech: "He said nothing". Although he noticed. And the rest? After all, he stroked their heads, got warm in the warmth of his fame – little? Then give the Ukrainians the F-16s you've been so hard on getting from the Americans for dense money. The best way to fly them is to get them to fly across the Polish border before the Russians shoot them down. And we'll stay here and plant trees.
Maria Wiernikowska
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