Let us be a part of the cure
Never part of the plague
We’ll only be remembered for what we create.
From flood into the fire
One thousand voices sing
We’re in this together
For whatever fate may bring.
© Kreator, Mille Petrozza, Phantom Antichrist, 2012.
No life has a higher value than freedom. Freedom is far from being free. In fact, it’s the most expensive thing a human being can obtain, literally and figuratively. It has to be paid in the blood of innocent victims and if any of you forgot how heavy is that burden, Ukraine is the reminder. Considered a third-world country by the West, Ukraine has never been on the map of the free world. A mere bystander somewhere in Arizona could never distinguish Ukraine from Russia, confusefully thinking they are the same. Couldn’t be more wrong. For better or worse, today everyone knows what Ukraine is, where it is and what it stands for.
Situating on a bottleneck between the great Europe and greater Asia, Ukraine has always been a bridge between the West and the East. Unlike monocultural nations such as Japan, mixing hundreds of different nations and cultures be these now alive and going or historically defunct, Ukraine has a special cultural code that lets people co-exist in a sparkling symbiosis of various traditions, mindsets, and lifestyles. We’ve learned to fit well. Det gamle Europa chose the multicultural path of co-existence recently, but truth be told, preceding such a mindset, we have been “multicultural” from the very beginning, thanks to a unique geographical position at the intersection of everything. Greeks have lived there. Kipchaks have lived there. Turks have lived there. Swedes have lived there. Lithuanians have lived there. Pechenegs have lived there. Jews have lived there. Every Slavyanic nation has lived there. It bends the mind how many nations these lands allowed to settle down during the course of two thousand years, that passed.
