yaroslaw
Member
It's some of the saddest days in my life.
On the streets of my beautiful ancient city, which has more than 1000 year history, today were killed more then 100 people. Officials says "47" but medical volunteers counted more then 100 shoot to death persons among CIVIL UNARMED people. Shoot with sniper rifles and AK-47, shoot in head, heart, abdomen. Shoot to kill. Among them elder people, artists, journalists. They have been shoot by police and police snipers made it impossible to save the lives of the people. People died because they wanted to live in better place, with no fear, on their own land.
It's not only the police, city is flooded with criminals, that were "freed" from prisons having life sentences for murders and robbery and given firearms, several people were killed on the streets by "unknowns" in masks, including journalists.
That happened 20 minute walk from the house I lived last 2 years.
1.5 year ago, shortly after I moved in I found my passion in penmaking, I quit my regular and really well paid job and established a shop to spend all my time mastering the craft and finding a way from a craft to an art. A lot of days I spent more than 17hrs a day to learn, try, fail, read, research, make, market and sell pens. I woke up with a pens in mind and fall asleep thinking of them.
Today I left my shop, all the equipment I spend a huge amount of money and a time, all my materials as a penmaker. I took my documents, computer, some ready made pens and musical instruments, that I cannot live without, and drove to my parents apartment. For some nearest future I am no longer a penmaker.
I cried. Leaving things that give a huge amount of sense to your life (and is a sole source of income) is very painful.
I hope, but there is absolutely no guarantee, that my house and my shop would be safe when I could safely return. My neighbor, the owner of the house stayed, with a loaded hunter firearm near his bed. And no one knows, how the situation will evolve. Last day, when I was finishing the entry to Advanced contest, with a lathe turning I heard explosions every 10 seconds. You can imagine fireworks on New Years eve or Independence day, if you do not know what is REALLY happening.
I'm out of the rest of BASH contests. I still can apply pens, that I've made recently and haven't published yet on a website, but it is nothing I wanted to do for the contests. May be it sounds funny, but it still hurts.
The tears these days is the only thing that helps keep sanity. Anger, alcohol and other things could not give an answer to "WHY???" and how to live with that. It is 5 at the morning, and I just cannot go to sleep. I'm 31 and I cry.
If anyone knows what he can do for the peace in Ukraine - please, do it. If not - pray for us, for eternal rest of killed and for a peace of living. We need it now more than in last 70 years after WWII.
You are my second family, and I cannot post this anywhere else.
Thanks.
On the streets of my beautiful ancient city, which has more than 1000 year history, today were killed more then 100 people. Officials says "47" but medical volunteers counted more then 100 shoot to death persons among CIVIL UNARMED people. Shoot with sniper rifles and AK-47, shoot in head, heart, abdomen. Shoot to kill. Among them elder people, artists, journalists. They have been shoot by police and police snipers made it impossible to save the lives of the people. People died because they wanted to live in better place, with no fear, on their own land.
It's not only the police, city is flooded with criminals, that were "freed" from prisons having life sentences for murders and robbery and given firearms, several people were killed on the streets by "unknowns" in masks, including journalists.
That happened 20 minute walk from the house I lived last 2 years.
1.5 year ago, shortly after I moved in I found my passion in penmaking, I quit my regular and really well paid job and established a shop to spend all my time mastering the craft and finding a way from a craft to an art. A lot of days I spent more than 17hrs a day to learn, try, fail, read, research, make, market and sell pens. I woke up with a pens in mind and fall asleep thinking of them.
Today I left my shop, all the equipment I spend a huge amount of money and a time, all my materials as a penmaker. I took my documents, computer, some ready made pens and musical instruments, that I cannot live without, and drove to my parents apartment. For some nearest future I am no longer a penmaker.
I cried. Leaving things that give a huge amount of sense to your life (and is a sole source of income) is very painful.
I hope, but there is absolutely no guarantee, that my house and my shop would be safe when I could safely return. My neighbor, the owner of the house stayed, with a loaded hunter firearm near his bed. And no one knows, how the situation will evolve. Last day, when I was finishing the entry to Advanced contest, with a lathe turning I heard explosions every 10 seconds. You can imagine fireworks on New Years eve or Independence day, if you do not know what is REALLY happening.
I'm out of the rest of BASH contests. I still can apply pens, that I've made recently and haven't published yet on a website, but it is nothing I wanted to do for the contests. May be it sounds funny, but it still hurts.
The tears these days is the only thing that helps keep sanity. Anger, alcohol and other things could not give an answer to "WHY???" and how to live with that. It is 5 at the morning, and I just cannot go to sleep. I'm 31 and I cry.
If anyone knows what he can do for the peace in Ukraine - please, do it. If not - pray for us, for eternal rest of killed and for a peace of living. We need it now more than in last 70 years after WWII.
You are my second family, and I cannot post this anywhere else.
Thanks.
