December 7th, 2011

summer 2010


Почти что год назад я впервые в жизни перепутала "дни и часы", и в гости к незнакомому семейству мы заявились ровно на день позже, чем была приготовлена вкусная-превкусная курица. Так в нашей жизни появились Маша-Саша-Миша-Ваня-Нина. И с тех пор жизнь в дождливом Гамбурге стала гораздо солнечнее :))) А сегодня у самого солнечного человека день рожденья! Машуня, я тебе сегодня все за чаем скажу, а пока похвастаюсь тут, какая ты красавица :)

summer 2010

И в тему поздравлений

Я еще попробую рассказать про стаи птиц, кружащие над римским Авентином, и про то, как бесконечно можно на них смотреть. И про горькие апельсины в монастырском саду тоже расскажу. А пока пусть тут будет небо и стая.



А вот это наша Катя, йогиня и просто чудесный человек. Я эту фотографию тут уже показывала.


Позавчера Катя провела 24 часа в участке милиции и теперь ждет повестку в суд. За то, что провожала подругу на станции Гостиный двор. Цитирую заметку в ее фейсбуке, на английском (так как за Катю переживало много нерусскоговорящих товарищей), без ката, уж звиняйте.

Dedicated to my curious friends!
So last night I had to spend in a police department, because in the evening (the 5th of Dec 2011) I was heading from my yoga class to a couchsurfing meeting. From the yoga studio I was accompanied by a friend and our way laid along the main street –Nevsky prospect. The friend, however, wasn’t going to join the CS meeting, but take the metro and go home. I wanted to see her off at the station, so together we went in the direction of the central metro station Gostiny Dvor. As we took the stairs up from the underground passage, we stumbled upon a crowd of people singing the “Katyusha” song – a very popular old traditional Russian song. We stopped to have a look and see what’s going on. The crowd accomplished only a couple of lines from the song when everyone staying close to them got surrounded by the police. My friend was a couple of steps behind me and we got separated by the tight chain of the policemen. They started to move towards each other throwing reporters and journalists out of the circle. Along the street there were plenty of buses ready to house all arrested. So we got moved towards the bus and pushed inside. Fortunately there was no violence in our case. That happened around 19.30.

The square was still full of hundreds of people who came to express their disagreement with the results of our government elections which took place on the 4th of dec. As hundreds of falsification acts were detected. About 350 people were taken by the police that evening.

I was one of the last persons thrown into the bus, so I didn’t have a seat of course and had to sit in a squatting position right at the front window – not to fly out of the window. From my VIP place I could see the police car in front of the bus that was showing it the way (as the bus driver didn’t know the destination place) having the alarm signals on, driving on red lights and sometimes on the special lines for trams where was no car, but our bus. I felt special!

They drove us really far away from the city center and we finally approached a police department, but still had to wait for at least another 25 min before they let us out. Some people badly needed to use toilet and all the bus was chanting “We need to pee! We need to pee!” That was fun! ))

Finally about 8.30 p.m. they took about 20 of us (others were driven into different departments) from the bus into the building, where they collected our documents. There were some underages, who were required to ask their parents to pick them up.

Then we had hours and hours of waiting. We were around 20 people there, 4 of us – girls. The policemen slowly started to invite us to write explanatory notes where they also were taking people’s pictures and finger prints. I refused to complete this procedure as policemen aren’t allowed to require that if you haven’t committed any crime. One of the police officers didn’t like my refusal and made some efforts to intimidate me, saying that I’m twice more suspicious if I don’t give my finger prints. But I stuck to my decision.

Later I was called once again to talk one to one with the same police officer who again tried to make some provocations and make me nervous. However, he didn’t really succeed.

As everyone was getting hungry one of the guys was allowed to buy some food in the local supermarket under the police escort.

Afterwards men and women were separated. The women’s room remained open and we could use the toilet at any time, but men’s room got locked. There was only one toilet, with no lock, of course and it wasn’t possible to shut the door completely, no toilet paper or soap and by the night the light also stopped working. We had to sleep on some narrow wooden benches curling up as there wasn’t enough space for everyone (even worse in guys’ case). Early in the morning someone brought us more food (no one knows who it was).

At 5 a.m. they started to call us for our private belongings examination, taking away everything apart basic clothing, so including bags, phones, belts, jewelry, etc… It’s also when they gave us reports to sign, which said we were accused for taking part in the demonstration which wasn’t approved and for disobedience when they were asking the demonstrators to leave.

At about 11 a.m. policemen carried on with papers. Some of us asked our reports copies. At first they tried to refuse, but those of us who didn’t give up with insisting got their copies.

Around 12 p.m. they put us into the bus again (already full of guys from other police departments) and headed towards the Central Court. In this very cold bus they kept us for another 4 hours. Obviously there just wasn’t enough space and employers to proceed with hundreds of people who were brought to the court. About 6 p.m. they gave us papers saying that our cases would be considered in the court of the area where each of us was registered.

Alltogether I was detained for almost 24 hours. In general our conditions weren’t thaaat bad and there was no violence, but still we were freezing, had very little food, no conditions to sleep properly. But I want to admit that all the “prisoners” were really nice people, very intelligent, friendly, polite, and helpful.

Soon I’m supposed to get an invitation to my local court.

To be continued….

That's how it was: