Ten years of war in Ukraine. It was not the beginning
Two years into the large-scale invasion of Ukraine, many people have never realised that the war there has been going on since 2014, and that the origins are not even in the beginning of the Pride Revolution, not even in the events of the Orange Revolution, and certainly not in the 1991 collapse of the Soviet Union. The war has been going on for 500 years, ever since Moscow began to grow and become stronger. At a time when Europe was establishing colonies overseas, the Swamp Empire was colonising the surrounding nations. Many older cultures perished under its sway, and the Mongol-Totorians who conquered them turned into swamp dwellers. The barbarians began to expand and grow stronger by assimilating their own conquerors.
Two years ago, I woke up and realised that the war was here again. The news from Ukraine was still chaotic, but I didn't sit around waiting for news, so after taking my children to school and kindergarten, I made my way to the Russian Embassy. There was no other purpose that morning, I had to get out of bed, because that is how I deal with stress.
On the way, I called those few friends. A Lithuanian friend from Irpinė was already on his way to Lithuania.
There was almost no contact with Ukraine, I always went to the West. That morning the vector turned to the East. Although I had a lot of contact with the fleeing Hungarians, it was not a journey in that direction.
We held a rally in support of Ukraine two weeks before the war. There were only a few dozen of us, with little understanding of what was happening. When we gathered for the next rally, on 24 February at the embassy, there were only six of us... two Ukrainians, Mindaugas, a reporter from the AP news agency, my friend Jurgita Sėjonienė, and Tim Suladze, whose Russian passport we had come to burn. We burned it. That wave of protest went around the world, and the pictures appeared in newspapers all over the world.
Over the past two years, I have heard many stories of people who were left without Russian passports because they did what they thought was important. They did it because they could not do otherwise, because that passport was burning their hands and their hearts.
In two years, my circle of Ukrainian friends has grown a thousandfold. I am not exaggerating. Thousands of words have been spoken, in which my thoughts and feelings have been put together. I think what I feel. Thousands of kilograms of aid have been taken to Ukraine, dozens of vehicles. Hundreds of meetings with different people.
The number of volunteers continues to grow and together we do the seemingly impossible. As public attention, cash flow and small foundations dwindle, we are still making mountains of difference. For us, this is life and work for victory.
I have taken part in many rallies and actions in support of Ukraine. I have been speaking Ukrainian for a while, reading and writing for a long time.
Life is moving at breakneck speed, and war is coming our way. There is no time to stop, because we have to prepare to defend ourselves. We are not only trying to overcome the lessons we learned in Ukraine, but also to pass them on - from heart to heart.
We must cleanse ourselves and free ourselves from the alien culture of the invaders, and we must accelerate not only the process of de-westernization, but also the process of decolonization. We should have done this yesterday. We must erase from our minds all slavish instincts, and we must not look and listen to what is said or done in Moscow. We must boldly go forward without looking back, in spite of the occupation anchor that is still dragging us into the swamp.
We must speak out about the problems of the fifth column threat, and fight it boldly, not just with words or comments, because when Day X comes, they will come to kill us, just like the Strybians did in the past. They will not spare us, because such people have not the slightest empathy. Their life is one of contempt and hatred for freedom, because they are slaves.
Vardan Tos!
Glory to Ukraine!
