The sixth ones. With love to those which are not like we are!

by pascal dumont, Mauer Park

Dear Henry Miller

We all became cosmopolitans! Besides my mom, dad and a few tens of millions of people. All nations, peoples, blacks and Jews, male and female, Spanish and Ukrainian are closer to one another. Not so already closer in matters of love and respect for one another, but certainly closer metaphorically-territorially and culturally. Boundaries without solutions of the world's rulers and their signatures under the international legal acts are quickly erased. On Tuesday, met Albert from Sweden on Facebook, on Wednesday morning – he is in Ukraine, the evening of that day – we are drinking a bottle of white one and wander around on the streets of nightly Kyiv, calling him on Friday with an attempt to meet up with me – no, tonight I am in New York – call me on Monday, will be in Kiev. Who would have thought that my best friend will be from Ecuador with the Russian name Tanya? What for artist Alina goes to Istanbul to knit the red fabric rosette with the local community, or for me, accidental ukrainian, to hang on the walls of Berlin his color pants? Is it by erasing the borders more absurdity became in this world or are we all just entertaining ourselves? On the contrary - is it possible we felt in love with everybody by coincidence? We meet, believe to open eyes wider one to another, give shelter at night to foreign strangers, drink with them, dance, put to sleep on our beds or in the sleeping bags in hallways, in the morning preparing breakfast for them, say goodbye forever, but each retains a piece of visited land and impression about you and your food, color, shoes, talents to drink and not to fall into shames, inability to interpret the political situation in the country and be that way ever more.

Population has not increased. People have become greater. Have become more quick-witted. There are more crossings. List of contacts and friends grows, pages in notebooks ends, and the base of email addresses constantly need to be replenished, because you are fucking activist and want everybody to know you. We are losing balance, get lost in the number of moments, and for that, start to hit beside the mark, and often score the bull’s-eye, but failures in life are becoming more frequent. We are beginning to miss the important stuff! Instead, minor one hooks our attention. We perplexedly look at the choice before our eyes, lose our mind, reason and we totally forget that the choice is waiting. Awaiting!

With more opportunities out there comes more of everything: sex, food, money, and all expires sooner. Just as the hungry sailors that moor the ship to the shores of beautiful country with beautiful girls, are changing tastes - from dark skin girl to blonde, from slender to well-rounded one, the same way a nation ceased to love themselves and theirs. For switched to the other. French have more fun loving Ukrainian and Germans – American. Those are better then us because they are not like us!

All the best,

Sasha Shagi

translated by iryna solovey (ukr version)