Café Donetsk. Silhouettes of a civil war.
Jose M. Puertas
Lecturer, chartered mediator at the Barcelona Bar Association and seasoned nightcrawler.
"Nous vivons dans le monde où il y a de plus en plus d'information et de moins en moins de sens" Jean Baudrillard, Simulacres et Simulation .
Editor's note: The text presented below appeared in issue 425 of the Barcelona-based political-cultural magazine "El Viejo Topo," published in June 2023. It underwent slight modifications from the original manuscript, which is now published in full here
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Author's note: This text is a recreation of situations, dialogues and personal experiences that come from my experience in the city of Donetsk. I lived and worked there between 2016 and 2018. The names and surnames of the people mentioned in the text belong to public or well-known personalities. The names of the militiamen in the text correspond to real people who are still alive. But they are fictitious or impostured names. I conceal their real identity for obvious reasons. I do not hide the names and surnames of the militiamen Alexis Castillo and Edy Ongaro because they died in combat in the year 2022. One of the characters in the story, Professor Sergey Dzhura, also died. He died of a heart attack in 2020.
To refer to the political regime installed in Kiev after the so-called "Revolution of Dignity" I use the expressions "Maidan regime" and "Maidanite regime".
Dedicated to the memory of Alexis Castillo, Edy Ongaro and Sergey Dzhura.
I'm sitting at a table in the Don Kalyan, a kitschy Donetsk joint where you can smoke shisha and eat and drink almost anything. I'm drinking a Sarmat, a beer brewed in Donetsk. I also ordered a solianka soup and a lodochka. A hot bread in the shape of a canoe with a half-raw egg floating on a bed of melted cheese is quite popular here. The egg curdles and is finished by stirring and mixing it with the hot cheese. It is an ordinary Saturday in April and it is four o'clock in the afternoon. It's drizzling outside although it's sunny. Roses are already blooming in the many parks of this city. Donetsk, the city of roses. That's what they call it here. The rose is one of the symbols of the capital of Donbass. As is the black anthracite that has been mined in this region since the 19th century. There are also said to be huge deposits of lithium and diamonds have been found in some mines. The Donbass is a land rich in natural resources, dominated by rival oligarch clans and under a weak central state eaten away by political bickering and corruption. The perfect breeding ground for civil war. Today, the smell of spring is everywhere and no one seems to care much about the loud detonations heard in the background in the airport area. It is the sound of heavy artillery from the troops sent by Kiev's strongman, the oligarch Petro Poroshenko(1). They say they are trying to retake the airport (2). Donetsk airport was once one of the most modern airports in Ukraine. Now it is nothing more than a heap of rubble. The Don Kalyan is starting to fill up. It is a busy place on weekends. The rest of the week it is half empty. Eating and drinking here is expensive. Expensive for the average Ukrainian "pro-Russian separatist" living and working in a city under siege and under an almost total economic blockade. The Don Kalyan is not a place to come every day. Here the congregation comes here for show and to posture on Vkontakte, the most popular social network in Ukraine, Russia and other post-Soviet countries. It's a place to forget about the war for a while. And to treat yourself to dinner or spend the evening in a setting that claims to be luxurious. The café is located on the ground floor of the student dormitory of the Donetsk National Technical University (DonNTU), the former Polytechnic Institute. Famous politicians such as Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev and Viktor Yanukovych, the last legitimate president of Ukraine, studied at this institution. And none other than Dmitry Mendeleyev, the illustrious Russian chemist and inventor of the periodic table of the elements, taught there. Professor Sergey Dzhura, head of the DonNTU's international relations office, once told me that this university is very good at training mechanical engineers and mining engineers. But training politicians is a disaster. Professor Dzhura is the person who brought me here to Donetsk. He was the one who invited me to work as a professor at this institution and who came to pick me up in Rostov-on-Don. I still remember the first time I met him. We met at the ID, a rather popular hostel in the centre of the Don Cossack capital. It was a hot June day. Sergey was limping along. He was wearing a grey Irish cap and carrying a small, old-fashioned black synthetic leather suitcase. And he was sweating profusely. He was seven hours late for his appointment. Crossing the border between the Donetsk People's Republic and Russia at the Uspenka crossing is no easy task. It is a hard border. A border of a country that has been experiencing a civil war since 2014. Sergey shook my hand and apologised for being so late for the meeting. He had asked for a room in the same ID Hostel and we agreed to meet in the evening for dinner. The man was exhausted from the trip. I had arrived in Rostov-on-Don two days ago from Lithuania with a backpack and a sports bag loaded to the brim with my things and my souvenirs. And although I was more rested than Sergey, I was emotionally shattered. I had left behind more than 10 years of life in Kaunas and I didn't really know what I was going to find in Donetsk. Nor what was going to become of my life. I also went to sleep even though it was four o'clock in the afternoon. I put the air conditioning on full blast because the heat was unbearable. At nine o'clock we met in the small reception of the hostel. Sergey had shaved and changed his clothes. He is a vegetarian and asked me if I wanted to join him for dinner at a nearby vegetarian café. A small café on Pushkin Avenue. In Russia all worthwhile joints seem to be located on Pushkin prospekt or Lenin ulitsa. I told him I was fine with that. I'm not a meat addict either. Sergey was still limping as he walked. He told me he had been in a motorbike accident a few years ago and broke his hip. He had been limping ever since. He spoke B1-level English with a strong Russian accent. Sometimes it was difficult to understand him. I think it was exactly the same for him when I spoke to him with my peculiar Spanglish. Sergey is a nice guy. A follower of the pacifist theosophy of the Russian painter and philosopher Nikolai Roerich and a member of a philanthropic association linked to this well-known Russian thinker, adventurer and artist. At university, Sergey sometimes participates in cultural events where he plays guitar and performs old Beatles songs. Sergey told me that he had sent several letters to Paul McCarthney asking him to mediate in the conflict. A conflict that has been bleeding the Donbass region since 2014 when the Maidan Regime (3) sent in troops and heavy artillery to crush the people of this region. To wipe out the resistance of what I call "the other Ukrainians". This is what Petro Poroshenko, the Roshen chocolate oligarch and strongman of the philo-Nazi regime imposed by the Obama administration in Kiev, calls "Anti-Terrorist Operation" or "ATO". That butcher considers more than four million Ukrainian citizens living in the areas controlled by the people's rebellion in the Donbass as terrorists. A rebellion against the regime that emerged after a bloody coup d'état marketed by the Western media-technological complex as "Revolution of Dignity". A regime change that was carried out against the constitution and the legitimate government of the country. And executed according to the dictates of Victoria Nuland, wife o f Robert Kagan, the well-known American neo-con ideologue. A lady who exercised by then the functions of vicereine in the European Protectorate of the Empire of Good. Uncle Sam's other backyard. Paul McCartney obviously never replied to Sergey. I don't think he even read the letter. It probably didn't even reach him. And if he had read it I'm sure he wouldn't have replied. McCartney was never Lennon. That's probably why he's still alive. By the way, next door to the Don Kalyan is the Liverpool. A disco that was very popular before the civil war broke out in Donbass. It is now closed. At the entrance of the Liverpool there is a bronze statue of the four Beatles in their early days. Their golden age before they travelled to India to meditate and smoke joints with that guru, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. The statue reproduces the Liverpool four in life size. Playing at a concert. And behind the statue, on the wall, a huge Union Jack is painted. Near the Beatles, several piles of earthbags are piled up. The sandbags are not there to protect the Liverpool four from bombs, but to protect the entrance of the nightclub, which has been transformed into the headquarters of one of the militias controlling the city of Donetsk. Every time there is a changing of the guard, armed militiamen are seen coming and going. It is strange to see the Beatles in this barracks environment. They seem to be singing the "Love me do" while militiamen wearing ushanka hats smoke cigarettes.
A group of foreign militiamen that I know very well have just entered the Don Kalyan. They are Alexis Castillo, Edy Ongaro alias "Bozambo", Txema, Adolfo and Renaud. The magnificent five. They see me at the back table. Txema raises his arm and waves to me. And the whole group comes to the table where I'm sitting drinking my Sarmat and finishing my meal. They are all dressed in olive green camouflage trousers and coats. And they are wearing black military boots. Except for Renaud who is wearing a suit and tie and dark brown leather Oxford legate shoes. Alexis takes off his green beret and leaves it on the table. He also orders a Sarmat. He sits down opposite me. Alexis is a young communist of Colombian origin who grew up and was educated in Spain. Soon after arriving in Donetsk he had an affair with a local dyevuska. The girl became pregnant and Alexis married her. He married her under pressure from his battalion commanders and, truth be told, without much enthusiasm. He has a son named Miguel like me. Alexis is, without a doubt, a devout communist. For years he was a member of the Young Communist Collectives (CJC), the youth organisation of the PCPE. And he came to Donetsk to fight on the side of the people of Donbass. On the side of the "other Ukrainians". Of all these people who are all around us. People who were born, educated, married and built their lives here in Donetsk. And who for years have been bombed, massacred, humiliated, blockaded, stigmatised and transformed, by the propaganda of the Maidanite regime, into little less than monsters. These people never want to be part of the Ukraine that the new authorities imposed by Washington in Kiev want to build. The "other Ukrainians" could live without too many problems under the Ukraine that existed until 2014. But they cannot live in the Ukraine that those who claim the figure of Stepan Bandera and fly the flags of the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA) (4) and the Waffen-SS Galizien Grenadier Division (5). Alexis is now a sapper in the Sut'vremeni (Essence of Time) militia. A battalion linked to the eponymous Russian movement led by the politician and thinker Sergey Kurginyan. A political movement that mixes classical Marxism, anti-globalism and Russian nationalism in equal measure. Alexis is a good guy with a big heart. And here in the Donbass he seems to have found meaning in his life as a communist militant. Edy also claims to be a communist. He is a small, puny Italian, a smoker and, like a good Italian, quite gesticulate and loquacious. Edy is a funny and affable man but he has a bad temper when he drinks. He was born in a village near Venice. He defines himself as a proletarian «figlio di proletari». A globetrotter who has not had much luck in life. Before coming to Donetsk he fought in a militia of the Lugansk People's Republic. The Prizrak (Ghost) brigade led, at the time, by the rebel commander Aleksey Mozgovoy. A legend around here. Txema, the liveliest of the group, is an anarchist punk from Navarre. Although he defines himself as Basque. A tall, slim, gangly Navarrese from La Ribera who doesn't speak Basque and who never did his military service because he's against armies. A fan of RIP, Eskorbuto, MCD and other groups belonging to what was called "Basque Radical Rock". His anti-fascist convictions led him to come to Donbass and take up arms against the Maidanite regime. He sees no contradiction in all that. He was in the Carlos Palomino Brigade, a militia unit made up exclusively of Spanish anti-fascist fighters. Then he spent time in the Interunit battalion led by the Italian communist commander known by the alias "Nemo". And finally he joined the militia group where Alexis fought, the Sut'vremeni battalion. He was recently awarded a medal. The medal for the internationalist fighter. And he is very proud of it. Adolfo is a tall, strong Brazilian mulatto. An adventurer who studied law and was a member of the Brazilian army in his native São Paulo. And who came to Donbass moved by the horror of the first images that were appearing on social networks related to the so-called "ATO", the "anti-terrorist operation" launched by the Maidan regime against the civilian population of Donetsk and Lugansk. Terrible images some of them. Adolfo has the rank of lieutenant and more medals than Marshal Zhukov. He is the only foreign officer I know of here. His status as an officer in the Donetsk People's Militia gives him the right to walk down the street or enter public places with a gun. Only officers can do that. Unranked militiamen are strictly forbidden to do so. Adolfo asserts his status as a lieutenant and always carries his Makarov on his belt. A pistol that is a war trophy. He took it from one of the militants of the Aydar battalion who was captured by the militia unit of which Adolfo is a member. Adolfo is a noble, polite, orderly and mild-mannered man. He does not smoke or drink. And he loves military life. He dreams of one day marrying a beautiful and decent dyevuska and starting a family. He says he is not too fond of the garotas of Ipanema. The last of the group, Renaud, strange as it sounds, is a baritone and has come from a village in the Champagne region, where he was born, to sing at the Donetsk Opera and have the experience of a lifetime. Renaud, like most French people I have met here, belongs or would be linked to the Nouvelle Droite or French anti-globalist right. Renaud often reads texts by the philosopher Alain de Benoist and poems by Céline. And he usually votes for Marine Lepen in French elections. He is not currently part of any militia unit. Although he did fight for a few months in the Unité Continentale led by the French ex-military man Victor Lenta. A militia unit that had around thirty fighters, mostly from France, Serbia and Brazil. The Unité Continentale played a very important role at the beginning of the armed rebellion in the Donbass. They worked very well on the issue of social networks. It is said that they created the hashtag #SaveDonbassPeople. I don't think that's entirely true, though. In any case, these Euro-Asianists opened the door to this whole boiling world to many Western activists and adventurers interested in travelling to Donetsk to lend a hand or to take up arms against the regime that emerged from the Maidan coup d'état. A regime that almost immediately began dropping bombs on hostile populations and committing all sorts of barbarities against the Ukrainian people it claimed to represent. It was the Odessa massacre of 2 May 2014, perpetrated against Ukrainian trade unionists and left-wing activists, that moved me to take a frontal stand against the Maidan regime. And to come to Donetsk from Lithuania with the intention of shooting videos, doing interviews, to spread the word about what was going on here and to lend a hand in any way I could. Without the terrible images of that massacre of Ukrainian leftists organised and coldly executed by the new authorities in Kiev, I would never have become an activist against the Maidan Regime. And I would still be leading a quiet and gifted life in Lithuania.
The group that has entered the Don Kalyan is undoubtedly quite colourful and represents very well the somewhat exotic alliance that has formed here in the Donbass between people coming from different political traditions and with very different life paths and ways of interpreting the world and understanding life. None of them have come to Donbass to make money. I have not met anyone who came to Donetsk to get rich. Most of them came to Donetsk for a mixture of political and personal motivations. They came, no doubt, out of a desire to help these people whom they see as victims of a conflict started in Washington's offices. A conflict that has destroyed the Ukraine we knew. And which has transformed the country into a failed state. A time bomb installed by the Obama administration in Eastern Europe. And which could explode into a thermonuclear war and take everything with it. All the foreigners I have met in Donetsk think like this. They are here to prevent a new Great War in Europe. However, some of those foreign volunteers who came to Donetsk also came for different personal reasons. To seek adventure, to seek themselves, to run away from something or someone, to reinvent themselves. Even if we are not aware of it, all of us who are here have come a little bit to reinvent ourselves and to rebuild, in some way, our own identity. We all have some stigma that has pushed us to come here. To live with stigmatised people like us. Ukrainian "pro-Russian separatists", the most stigmatised people in Europe. We all look like something out of a case study by sociologist Erving Goffman. Here, under the pro-European bombs that keep pounding the suburbs of Donetsk or Gorlovka, in a pariah republic that no one recognises, almost completely cut off from the world, none of us has any past other than the one we claim to have. You can even invent a past that no one will ask you about. Around here there is a girl called Emily. A young woman who showed up one day at the "Centro Miguel de Cervantes". A social club that has institutional support from the university and where we regularly meet about twenty Spaniards, Latin Americans and students of Spanish from the city of Donetsk. Its director is Luis, a Colombian businessman and coffee importer who has been living in the city since he came to study mechanical engineering. In the last years of the Soviet Union. In the midst of the collapse of that world. Emily came one day to one of our barbecues that we organised on one of the little beaches on the Kalmius River. It was summer and stiflingly hot. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and black shorts. And she covered her head with a white pamela. Emily stayed with us. Although she doesn't speak a word of Spanish, we have adopted her as a member of our collective. She says she is a writer and lives in Hungary. She is a Hungarian of Jewish origin who, curiously, has an Israeli passport and did her military service in Tel Aviv. One has to believe that she is simply a writer who came to Donetsk to live for a while and to gather material for the novel she claims to be writing. No one would think that she might be working for the Mossad. If she is here, it is because the MGB, the Donetsk intelligence service, has authorised her to cross the border and because, in principle, she is not perceived as a person hostile to the interests of the government of Zakharchenko (7), the charismatic leader of the DNR (8). The same thing happened to me. Before I came to Donetsk they scrutinised my Facebook profile to find out who I was. Social networks are, in fact, one of the main sources of information used by the authorities in the rebel republic. One evening Toni, a Spanish militiaman who drives a military truck in the Sparta battalion, one of the DNR's elite units, and myself were held by a group of militiamen. We gave them the documents we had. My ID card certifying my status as a teacher at the DonNTU and a military ID card certifying Toni's membership in the Sparta battalion. The militiamen asked us to give them our Facebook profiles. And so we did. It was better not to argue with guys armed with old AK-74s and with unfriendly faces. They were carefully analysing what we had posted on our Facebook profiles. They were using their own smartphones. One of the militiamen spoke English with some fluency. And Toni spoke a little Russian. Then they got a call and let us go. And they apologised to us for keeping us in the street for more than an hour.
"That one fell close" says Txema. And he lets out a loud laugh. And it's true. A huge explosion has been heard. "It must be a Tochka-U", says Adolfo. It is a Soviet-made tactical ballistic missile. "It must have fallen in the Shcherbakova Park area", Adolfo says again as he slowly sips his second cappuccino of the afternoon. They say that the Tochka, at least in theory, could be carrying a nuclear or chemical warhead. The fear of a chemical attack has always been present here. However, the presence of the OSCE, the International Red Cross and some other UN agencies makes such a hypothetical chemical attack highly unlikely. Although it is true that, at some point, the Maidan regime forces have used «Willy Pete» white phosphorus bombs against populated areas of Donetsk and Lugansk. The Tochka has fallen about two kilometres from where we are. In a playground that is very busy at this time of day. In the evening, in the daily war report broadcast by the local television channel OPLOT (9), we will know the number of deaths caused by this missile. As every evening, we will see Eduard Basurin (10) with his sullen face and deep voice. He will give a detailed account of the bombs dropped, the buildings destroyed and the dead and wounded in the last twenty-four hours. "Maybe the water will be cut off again today", says Alexis and, with a worried face, he phones his wife on his little Nokia. It's hard to live here in Donetsk without running water. In the flat where I live, I always have six five-litre jugs of water filled in case anything happens. There are parts of the city that have been without water for months. But in the city centre the water comes and goes. Since I have lived in Donetsk, the water supply has never been interrupted for more than three days in a row. Except once it was interrupted for a week. The Maidan regime forces frequently attack the electrical installations and also the sewage treatment plant and other facilities that make the water supply to the city possible. By now, some twenty employees of the municipal maintenance services have been killed. This is the human cost of keeping the water, gas and electricity supply running in a city almost under siege. Martyred all these years for not wanting to belong to the pro-European, prosperous and democratic Ukraine they claim to be building in Kiev. "This will only end when the Nazi regime in Kiev is destroyed. The Russians should send troops here", Edy says with a frown. He takes a swig of the Sarmat in his hands and says: "But Putin is a bourgeois coward, non ha le palle. He is a traitor, ci ha venduti".
I receive a call. I see it's Margarita. I have been in a relationship with her for a few months. I met her on a night of heavy pro-European shelling of the northern suburbs of Donetsk. Petro Poroshenko's heavy artillery pounded the residential districts of Kalininsky and Kirovsky that night. We have been together ever since. I made out with her by playing a little with her name and the title of a well-known novel by Bulgakov. "You are Margarita and I am the master" I told her. And she laughed. And that's how I got her into the boat. As easy and as difficult as that. Margarita asks me about the two packets of fifty kilos of clothes to be delivered from Italy via Mariupol. A small Italian NGO collected clothes and sent them to Donetsk. No less than two bundles of 50 kilos. The Italians contacted the "Centro Miguel de Cervantes" so that we could give them a hand. For some reason they trusted in the capacity of our collective. As the postal service does not work, the easiest way to get letters and parcels from the European Union to this city is through Mariupol. This is the port city of Donbass from where steel, coal, machinery and manufactured goods produced in Donetsk were shipped before the war. Smugglers, relatives or people secretly collaborating with the DNR are often used to smuggle packages from Mariupol to Donetsk. Between Mariupol and Donetsk, in the so-called "grey zone" or "contact line", there are numerous checkpoints. Some are controlled by neo-Nazi militants of the Azov battalion, while the other side is controlled by DNR militiamen. It is said that by smearing one or the other, almost anything can be passed between the two zones. We'll see if we manage to get the clothes that the Italians are sending us to Donetsk. I told them that the most efficient thing to do would have been to send money. We would have bought the clothes here and sent them to the orphanages we work with. But this is an old-fashioned charitable NGO. They send packets of rice and jars of condensed milk and things like that. They don't send money. The truth is that the humanitarianism and good heart of these Italians is causing us a lot of logistical problems here. And a lot of headaches.
There are hundreds of children in Donetsk left without parents. Children trapped in a city half besieged and unable to go anywhere. Not to mention the children killed as a result of pro-European shelling. There is a monument here in Donetsk dedicated to the memory of the hundreds of children killed by bombs dropped by the Kiev regime. I have been in front of that monument several times. It is a red granite plaque with a lot of names of dead children engraved on it. A red granite stone installed in a park on the other side of the Kalmius river. And under a cast iron arch. An arch with iron roses and doves. The roses represent Donetsk and the doves are the symbol of peace. The arch was made by a local sculptor, one Viktor Mikhalev. And it was built from the remains of rockets and bombs. Local people often place toys and stuffed animals on the monument. "Alleya angelov" is the name of the memorial. It could be translated as the "walk of angels" or something like that. It's actually a bit impressive. There is graffiti and graffiti in Donetsk with the hashtag #101 and the silhouette of a girl's head. It's graffiti everywhere. This is the number of children killed so far. Victims of the aggression of the pro-European regime in Kiev against the Ukrainian population of Donbass. The so-called "pro-Russian separatists". The other Ukrainians. The outcasts of Europe.
Margarita tells me on the phone that she is very worried about those bundles of clothes that have not yet arrived. She is a seamstress and, in an altruistic way, has been collaborating for years with several orphanages in the city. She knits woollen hats, scarves and gloves for orphaned children. And she makes little jackets for them in her small atelier. Margarita makes a living making wedding dresses, tailor-made suits and props for the local theatre and opera. "Those clothes would be very useful for orphaned children" she tells me. I ask Alexis if she knows anything about the clothes. He tells me he doesn't know anything yet. I tell Margarita that there is still no news and that the packages of clothes have probably not yet arrived in Mariupol. I ask her if she would like to meet up later at Ten Eleven, a family-friendly pizzeria located very close to the flat where Motorola (11) lived with his wife. Motorola, the iconic rebel commander of the Sparta Battalion. The night he was killed by a bomb attack, I was having dinner in that pizzeria with Adolfo, the Brazilian lieutenant. That was in mid-October 2016. That night, while we were having dinner, we were able to hear a loud explosion. The bomb was placed in the lift of the flat block where Motorola lived. And there he was blown to death. It was a professional and very clean job. When Adolfo and I left the Ten Eleven and walked up the steep slope of the «50th anniversary of the USSR» street, we saw a column of trucks belonging to the Sparta battalion. But at the time we did not know what had happened. And we did not associate the sound of the explosion with the death of one of the most charismatic figures of the rebellion in Donbass. Officially Motorola was liquidated by individuals working for the Kiev regime. However, all sorts of rumours and theories are circulating in the city. Some of them point to Rinat Akhmetov, the great Donbass oligarch, owner of the giant Azovstal steelworks in Mariupol and the most productive and profitable mines in Donetsk. He is also the owner of Shaktar Donetsk, the best team in the Ukrainian football league. Akhmetov is one of the richest men in Eastern Europe. He started his career in the wild 1990s as a small-time local gangster. His criminal group eventually swept away the Georgian mafia, with whom he fought for years a bitter and bloody struggle for control of Donetsk. He then came to dominate the levers of economic and political power in the region. He bought media outlets, banks, companies and financed almost all political parties. And he became a decent businessman. There are a lot of guys around here who owe a lot to Akhmetov. They are bound to him by ties of loyalty like the Neapolitan camorra. The rebellion in the Donbass has not completely eliminated Akhmetov's presence in this area. This can be seen, for example, in his mines or in his charitable activities. Mines owned by Akhmetov have never been seriously bombed. And an NGO directly financed by Akhmetov delivers food and hygiene packages every Tuesday to elderly and needy people. The distribution takes place in the Donbass Arena, the modern stadium of Shaktar Donetsk. An ultra-modern football stadium that has been half-closed since the start of the civil war. Yanukovich was, by the way, one of Akhmetov's men. Although it seems that the relationship between the two ended rather badly.
Margarita tells me that she does not want to go to the Ten Eleven pizzeria and that she prefers to meet at the Banana, a café-club opposite the luxury hotel where the OSCE monitors reside. This is one of the safest areas of the city. I tell her it's fine to meet there. The food at Banana is not bad at all, although the music they play is a bit too commercial for my taste. A lot of Russian pop and international hits like Fonsi's "Despacito" or the hit "Heroina mea" by the Moldovans Carla's Dream. This last hit is very popular here. It can be heard almost everywhere. And the DJ at the Banana plays the song every night. The truth is that it's getting on my nerves a bit. The music starts playing around 6pm. From 6pm until 10pm. At that time the Banana closes because at 11pm the military curfew starts and lasts until 5am. I still find it strange to go to a disco to dance at 6pm. After 11 p.m. it is forbidden to move about in the street unless you have an important reason to do so or you are accompanied by a militiaman. I've skipped curfew several times and, so far, I haven't had any problems. Although Txema, the punkie from Navarre, ended up in the cells one night for wandering the streets at 3 in the morning. He was quite drunk and had no ID on him.
"I have to go" I say to Alexis, Bozambo (12) and Txema who are still in the Don Kalyan talking politics and drinking their third or fourth Sarmat. Renaud and Adolfo left a while ago. "Stay with us and have another one" Txema says to me in a sardonic voice. "I've already spent the whole afternoon with you, man", I tell him. When I leave the Don Kalyan I walk towards Artioma Street. I walk quickly along the pavement down the street. Artioma Street is one of the arteries of Donetsk and connects the city centre with the airport. This is where they should pass Poroshenko's tanks if one day his troops could take the city. A scenario that will never happen. I walk past the Sobor of the Transfiguration of the Saviour, the most important church of the Russian Orthodox Church in Donetsk. There, in front of the church door, stands on a white granite pillar the figure of St Michael the Archangel, patron saint of Donetsk. He wields a golden sword and shield. The statue is small and austere, without unnecessary ornamentation. Ironically enough, this statue of the archangel was installed years ago in the vicinity of Kiev's Independence Square, on the "Maidan". The statue of the archangel was donated to Donetsk and its place was taken by a much more imposing statue. A figure of the Archangel Michael of larger dimensions, a huge bronze statue in neo-baroque style. And with wings fully spread out and covered in tinsel. Two cities at war with each other share the same patron saint. At least this is what a lecturer who lives in Makeevka told me one day. An old hippy who teaches Spanish language at one of the universities around here. I haven't checked if this story is totally true, but it sounds fascinating. And I tell it here as it was told to me.
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I head for the Banana where Margarita is waiting for me. The Banana is one of the few places in this city where you can go dancing. It has remained open even in the toughest moments of the civil war when Donetsk looked like it was about to be stormed by Poroshenko's forces. A small convoy of armoured cars and old Kamaz troop trucks passes me. They look like militiamen from the Somali battalion heading towards the airport area. Crows can be heard cawing from nearby trees. And the muffled thudding of machine guns in the area of the central train station. The street is damp from the persistent drizzle that fell this afternoon and everything smells wet. The afternoon has passed and night is falling over Donetsk. But that is another story.
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1.- The oligarch Petro Poroshenko was the strongman of the Maidan regime from 7 June 2014 to 20 May 2019. And he is one of the main architects of the so-called "Anti-Terrorist Operation" (ATO) against the more than four million Ukrainians living in the towns where the rebellion against the regime that emerged from the bloody Maidan coup triumphed. He is known as the "chocolate king" because he made his fortune with the Roshen Corporation, one of the largest chocolate companies in Eastern Europe.
2.- The text refers to the "Sergei Prokofiev International Airport" where heavy fighting took place in the early years of the civil war in Donbass. The airport was finally controlled by Donetsk militias in mid-2015. Control of the airport and the blowing up of bridges connecting it to the city allowed rebel militias to cut off access to the centre of Donetsk for mechanised vehicles of the Ukrainian army. The battle for control of Donetsk airport was one of the most significant military operations in the eight-year civil war in Donbass.
3.- The putsch against Ukrainian President Viktor Yanukovych and the government of Prime Minister Mikola Azarov is known as "Maidan", "Euromaidan" or "Revolution of Dignity". The putsch was sponsored by the US State Department and certain Western foreign ministries. The term "maidan" means "square" in Ukrainian. A word borrowed from Turkish. The main focus of this movement, which violently deposed Viktor Yanukovych in February 2014, was in Independence Square (Maidan Nezalezhnosti) in the centre of Kiev.
4.- The Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA-Ukrayinska Povstanska Armiya) was the armed wing of the OUN-B (Organisation of Ukrainian Nationalists, Bandera faction). Its military leader was Roman Shujevych and its political leader was Stepan Bandera. This armed force collaborated with the army of the Third Reich during World War II and was noted for its extreme cruelty in the massacre of more than 100,000 Poles and Jews in the regions of Volhynia and eastern Galicia between 1943 and 1945. The red-and-black flag displayed by many "pro-European" militants in post-Maidan Ukraine is the flag of the UPA and OUN-B. The organisation of the Volhynian massacre must be attributed primarily to the more extreme faction of Ukrainian nationalism represented by OUN-B, not to other more moderate political groups such as the OUN faction led by Andriy Melnyk. OUN-B sought to create a pure nation state, glorified violence and the armed struggle of nation against nation, and sought to build a totalitarian state ruled by a single person and a single political party. While the more moderate faction of OUN, led by Melnyk, admired aspects of Mussolini's fascism, the more radical faction led by Bandera, known as OUN-B, was inspired by German Nazism.
5.- The 14th Waffen-SS Grenadier Division Galizien was a military unit created by the Nazis and composed of fighters mainly from the region of Ukrainian Galicia whose capital was Lemberg (Leópolis in Spanish, Lvov in Russian, Lviv in Ukrainian). The Nuremberg trials declared the Waffen-SS a criminal organisation.
6.- Euro-Asianism is a political and cultural movement that was born in the early 20th century in Russia and has in the philosopher and political scientist Alexander Dugin one of its best-known contemporary representatives. Euro-Asianists believe that Europe should break away from its dependence on the United States and the Anglo-Saxon world, and are committed to creating an intercontinental unity stretching from Algeciras to Vladivostok. It is not a movement with a clearly defined ideology and a set of immovable and predetermined dogmas. There are numerous groups and groups around the world that define themselves as Euro-Asianist or admit to being influenced by this movement. Some Euro-Asianist groups could be placed on the right or extreme right of the political spectrum. But there are others who hold clearly anti-imperialist positions and who defend positions very similar to those held by left-wing groups or political parties.
7.-Alexander Zakarchenko, born in the city of Donetsk, was Prime Minister of the DPR between August 2014 and 31 August 2018, the day he was killed in a terrorist attack in a cafe in the city. He was a mining electrical engineer. During the Maidan events, Zakarchenko was part of an organisation created in Kharkov called Oplot (Fortress) that supported the Yanukovych government. Oplot became one of the armed militias in Donetsk under Zakarchenko's leadership. Over time it developed a political arm in the form of a social movement with the same name. In fact, during Zakarchenko's time in power, Oplot has been something like the political party of the DNR government.
8.-DNR and LNR are the Russian-language abbreviations for the Donetsk People's Republic (Donetskaya Narodnaya Respublika) and the Lugansk People's Republic (Luganskaya Narodnaya Respublika). In Donetsk and Lugansk it is common to refer to the republics by their acronyms. Foreigners residing there also often use these acronyms, which are derived from Russian, when referring to these political entities. In this work, the militiamen who appear there say "DNR" and not DPR (Donetsk People's Republic) because that is how they speak there. The author of this work has tried to be faithful to the way of speaking of the militiamen he met during his stay in Donetsk.
9.- This is the television channel "Oplot TV". "Oplot" can be translated as "fortress". There are different TV channels in Donetsk. Some are privately owned, others are linked to some political parties or civic movements. The channel "Oplot" is a public channel linked to the government of the Donetsk People's Republic.
10.-Colonel Eduard Basurin, commander of the Kalmius brigade, is the official spokesman or press secretary of the DNR armed forces. He is a well-known figure in Donetsk because he frequently appears on television where he is in charge of reading the war reports and analysing the latest military operations.
11.- Arsen Pavlov, alias "Motorola", was the first commander of the Sparta battalion and one of the most charismatic leaders of the Donetsk People's Republic militia. He died in Donetsk on 16 October 2016 after a device exploded in the lift of the flat block where he lived.
12.- Alexis Castillo used the nom de guerre "Alfonso" in honour of the Colombian guerrilla Alfonso Cano, one of the leaders of the FARC. Edy Ongaro used the nickname "Bozambo" after the legendary Italian anti-fascist partisan Pietro Barberis.
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Miquel Puertas
Miquel Puertas serves as a lecturer at a polytechnic institute in Barcelona. Previously, he held a lecturing position at Donetsk National Technical University (DonNTU.ru) from 2016 to 2018. His academic career also includes roles at various university institutions in Lithuania from 2006 to 2016. His YouTube and Odysee channels can be discovered by searching for the hashtag #gonzoblogger.