That moment when you find yourself down on Maidan walking with a friend and you are explaining to her where everything happened during a revolution……and you realize….I was here. This happened where I live.
And now it’s a memory that you know well as you walk across the pavement and remember seeing blood and dirt where there should have been none. A memory as I climb steps that have been chopped up and still are broken. Explaining where people died. Where the snipers were located……
For many people in Ukraine, the revolution in Ukraine is something we are still processing.
And will never forget. Here is a memorial to the Heavenly Hundred.