Introduction
The photographs are from two journeys to Ukraine. The first one occured in 2014 a couple of months after the protests at Maidan Nezalezhnosti square in Kyiv. The second one was carried out in 2019. I was returning from Georgia on a ferry on the Black sea.
The article concerns itself with fragments from the journeys. They describe hospitality of Ukrainians and the help which I received from them when I was lost in their own territory. Each photograph has a caption with a little bit of information about what I experienced with the people in the photos. Each of the photo and the caption is sending a deep moral and spiritual message to your minds and hearts.
Random encounters
I met a refugee from Donbas at a hostel. He left because of the war. I showed him a roll of toilet paper with Putin’s face. It cheered him up. He laughed. There were two journalists accommodated in Kyiv. They were on their way to Donbas. There was a bullet-proof vest leant against a wall in their room. They warned me of Russia’s expansionist politics.
Differences in interpretation of reality
It was the first time when I had experienced that the same and the only reality was interpreted in different ways. I couldn’t see any dead and torn-apart bodies of people in the Western media. I could see Russian channels claiming that they were defending ethnic Russians against oppression of the Ukrainian government. When I was watching Ukrainian channels I could see lifeless bodies with shot-through heads. It gave me shivers.
Ukrainians and their relationship towards EU
When I had been in Ukraine for the first time, I was curious about their attitude towards the European Union. The protests in 2014 were caused by not signing an association agreement between the EU and Ukraine. The agreement was supposed to be signed by Viktor Yanukovych, a former Ukrainian president from 2010 until 2014.
During my stay, I asked over 100 people about the topic. Overwhelming majority answered that they want to become a member of the EU.
Hospitality of Ukrainians
When I asked somebody for help, they helped me. I remember that when I didn’t have enough money to buy a bus ticket, a Ukrainian woman bought me one and saved me in Uzhhorod. Then a man who was on the bus to Chop exchanged 200 CZK for hryvnias so that I could carry on with the journey. We were on the way towards the Hungarian border.
I believe that those Ukrainians had myriad of things to do but they were my guides. They helped me to get to hostels. They didn’t leave me behind.
When I’m looking at the photographs. I feel love and gratitude towards the Ukrainians in them. Gratitude because they treated me in a humane way. They will stay in my heart forever.
What about their lives? How are they doing today? Are they alive? Who’s helping them?
Let’s act in a humane way in these circumstances towards the ones who treated me well and let’s allow them to stay in our territory and send them arms until the situation improves.