Horhe Fago
Mariupol
Tallinn
How did you experience war in 2014? What do you remember from that? How old were you? How did 2014-2015 go for you?
Please tell this story in detail.
I don't remember the years 2014-2015 well. This time was not only unnoticed, but also not personal at all, I don't remember myself and that time either. For me, it all began in 2018, when political life became public life (it is possible that I am writing something obvious, but then the gap between political and civil ... was shrinking - or even - personal life began to shrink): my mother started to watch political programs, my father, stepfather, acquaintances began to express something in uncertainty, we started living and feeling the country under our feet, but as it turned out later, it was not soil, it was a web... informationional one.
In 2019, driven by the pandemic into my network shelters, I began to dig furiously into things that I had not cared about before - many things: what was happening in the country during this time; it took a long time to look through, but the picture seemed suspiciously clear. Therefore, the main decision was to delve into political philosophy and sociology, and it was the right decision. However, the deeper the study progressed, the farther I was from the original goal of political awareness of my own country.
"Where were you these 8 years?".
How has this time passed for you, what changed in your life since the events of 2014?
What has influenced you the most during this time?
Please write in detail.
In 2019, two main events took place: in the summer, a mulberry tree was cut down in the northern part of Urzuf, near Katanov 28. The reason for that was the mobile headquarters of the military. The second is a landscape of camouflage clothing on the plains of Mariupol. Both of the events simultaneously lived on both the macro and micro levels of my life. Now, the norm has become new and the view got muddy at first.
2020. I encountered the war, or rather, the man who was a product of it. Not fully, of course, but to a larger extent, says a person in the language of trauma, air explosions and craters in the ground, although, already a bit sprinkled over with time. I shake his hand, hug his black, slightly crooked figure and that's it - now the war is a part of my life.
Now I often remember the phrase of the man of war that Ukraine is not rich enough to be a European country and do something about its poverty and pain, but also not barbaric enough not to know that we have needs more important than food and sleep. In the middle. Not there, not here.
And this is one man of war - there were many of them - in my case - I knew a specific name.
What was February 24, 2022 for you like?
Did you believe that a full-scale offensive would begin?Where are you now? What do you do?
What do you think about your future now?
Called an acquaintance on February 18 to discuss possible project plans. He said in the middle of the conversation: let's wait for tomorrow, Putin might attack on the 19th or 20th.
On the 19th, we all laughed together at the shy soldiers of the russian federation, who never dared to do something in Kazakhstan, and on the 24th, I packed things with indifferent panic and helped my relatives get to a train.
Now I am in Estonia. I studied for several months at the Estonian Academy of Arts, helped with exhibitions and tried to adjust my sleep schedule. Hell knows what happens in two months.
