Just a bunch of rusty iron

Happy Wednesday, folks.

Wednesday is little Friday, my work mate says. Would you mind if we take a break and wander around Kyiv?

It took me long to went through all these encyclopedic mental stages, denial, anger, acceptance, depression etc. And because I was behind most people, it was sometimes difficult for me to understand and accept their behavior. All this was not easy. I'm saying this to explain that I purposely avoided this exhibition of destroyed Russian equipment for a very long time. (The exhibition was opened on May 28.) Therefore, my photos will not surprise you, most likely, as you might already see it on the net or here on Hive. But the fact remains that this walk finally took place.

This is Saint Michael's Square (Mykhailivska ploshcha) in Old Kyiv. The heart of it. Two squares and a section of the street between them form a space where the main public events take place. At one end stands St. Michael's Cathedral, the bells of which woke up Kyiv on that tragic night of November 30, 2013, when the authoritarian government led by Yanukovych began violently dispersing peaceful demonstrators. On the other side, the Bell Tower and St. Sophia Cathedral. Their domes can be seen from the other bank of the Dnieper. It's always crowded and beautiful here.

I don't know what I was supposed to feel in the middle of this pile of iron. To be honest, I didn't feel anything but the stench. No fear, no joy, no regret. On its own, this iron is nothing, garbage. What is important is what it is for each of us.

They say that these are samples of the latest and best equipment of the Russian army.

The exhibition is quite popular on weekends.

I'm leaving you here and let you make your own opinion and impression. If you want to share your thought I'd love to read your comment.

Hotel Hyatt Regency.

Two civilian cars used to rescue people from the occupied territory of the Kyiv region in the first weeks of the war. These cars were shot, one was completely burnt. On the green Cherry there is the inscription CHILDREN, white ribbons are tied to the side mirrors. But this did not save them from death.

For Mariupol.

For Crimea.

Children look at the crushed remains with interest, especially boys. They are trying to climb onto a tank or crawl inside BMP.

Communism XX = Racism XXI

Well, I'm afraid this is all for now.

I appreciate your time and attention, and your comments. And thanks to @tattoodjay for hosting #WednesdayWalk challenge, a magic kick for us to explore space around us once in a while.

Take care, guys, see you next time!