Cyborgs in Donetsk airport and Heavenly hundred, it's a real Ukrainian epic, which we never had.

Honestly, until recently I had a big problem with cultural identity. All these blind bandura, sad mourners hired hands dug into the black earth, - I-student no tide pride with goosebumps did not cause. When at some point became available riser movies with Bruce Lee, I just threw out of my head all of this daze.
Then, going abroad, constantly faced with the fact that Ukraine is known to me, with their writers, musicians, artists, and just beautiful people to me and known.
Yes, someone was aware that Groovy dude singing with Madonna, it's Eugene Hutz from Obolon; someone else was reading the Andrukhovych or fight, saw the picture Savadov or Roitburd. But it is a narrow, very narrow circle. Basically, Ukraine was some kind of country near Russia, where two boxers, both Klitschko; and another footballer Shevchenko, who, they say, the famous poet.

In neighbouring countries is even worse. Through the efforts of the enemy, who then called himself our brother, Ukrainians years was imposed image hidrologi red-faced of poca, problemele fat and PolicyKit.

I knew that I'm Ukrainian, but I didn't really understand what it means and what to do with it. "I'm Ukrainian, I don't want to do anything I want piratica" - remember? And never would I never thought to press to the bosom of the Ukrainian flag, while in the hands did not get that flag, shot by a dozen bullets.

All that has changed. We are Ukrainians, as ever. We famous, strong, extremely serious, and now, with his own epic, eternal. Thank you, guys!

The new generation that we educate your example, it will be very different feel and the country, and the country itself. And those parents who happened to Pat you on the shoulder, or to drink coffee with you from the metal mugs, be head and shoulders above in the eyes of their children, for which you individual.

Matthew NIKITIN