For all day long, our food supplies were refilled by women and men, including seniors. People helped in every way they could – money, candies, medicines, tea, clothes, blankets. Especially touching was an old woman of about 65 years of age, who hardly hobbled with a walking stick, but she brought us her homemade bread and disposable plates. She handed us her gifts with tears in her eyes, saying, “Thank you, my dear, thank you. Thank you for not being afraid. We are with you. We will support you.” At this sentimental moment, I felt like crying. Such genuine kindness is keeping us warm more than some slogan shouting. People started bringing food in private autos and cabs. But cops got an order and aligned their people along the street. They worked quickly and efficiently. A cab drives in and stops, the door opens, and before a passenger manages to get out, two cops jump in, and the car drives off in an unknown direction. Possibly, to feed the president’s administration. Soon bus #100 quitted stopping here. The vermin had changed the bus’s route, what was comparable to the melting of ice in blockaded Leningrad. But somehow people managed to bring in food, water…
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I am writing these lines on March 22 at 0:48. Of the past 24 hours, two were when I had an opportunity to sleep. An hour and a half ago, I was released from a police station. So far I don’t know where my brother was who carried products to the campers. Maybe, they are still there, on October Square, joined in a circle, hand in hand, to protect the camp by their own bodies. -10 degrees Celsius of frost is crawling down on Minsk. The reinforcement won’t come. No one will be able to get through the cordons of the riot police, KGB agents, blocking all access to the square. Nobody will be able to bring them hot tea or a sleeping-bag. I’ve understood this a couple of hours ago out of my own experience.
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