I am continually doing street photography while Putin is bombarding Ukraine.
Still, it is tough for me to write about art when I know that Ukrainians are dying in their homeland. Moreover, I do not have enough mental powers to prepare subsequent “Diaries'” editions. I was right when I, more or less consciously, knew that I should prepare both posts and “Diaries” in advance. Thanks to scheduling content, my website works without interruptions, contrary to Ukraine. Today (I wrote this text on the 20th of March, 2022), I read that fucking Putin presumably has Parkinson’s disease. It was Alexandre Adler, the French historian, that wrote it. I keep my fingers crossed for his knowledge about Putin. He noted that Putin will be ousted from power until July 2022. I do not know from where he takes his knowledge. I hope that he is right.
Moreover, I hope that Putin’s successor won’t be aggressive but will be wise.
It means one has to build proper relationships with neighbors, not argue with them. Bombarding Ukraine is a road to nowhere. Russia possesses unbelievable economic potential, and they can use it normally during peace times. Everything Russia has done to Ukraine since the beginning of the war is unacceptable. I have no doubts that Russian society should also pay the price for their president’s doings. Western foreign investors will punish them because they won’t invest money in an unstable country. Their investments would be highly insecure.
As you see, my Dear Friend, I merely cannot write about my passion. It is too difficult for me to write about David Bowie or Zdzislaw Beksinski during times of war. I do street photography, but while doing it, I mainly think about the poison named war. Ok, I finished writing this text. I will close my laptop, turn off the TV with war news, and hug my beloved Kamilka.
