Diary of a Ukrainian artist
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Since the beginning of the war, the director Vlad Troitskyi sends messages to “Liberation” from the suburbs of Kyiv where he lives. Day after day, the despair grows, the anguish is more and more pressing and sometimes arises a brief moment of hope. Raw testimony.
Vlad Troitskyi, 57, created his own theater, Dakh, in Kyiv (Kiev), twenty-eight years ago, in an apartment. A director, responsible for an interdisciplinary festival, he is a striking and inspiring figure on the Ukrainian scene. He lives in a small town on the outskirts of Kyiv. Release offered to send us day-to-day messages. He didn’t reread them, we didn’t edit them. It seems important to us to keep track of what is by essence fleeting: the sudden optimism, despite everything, the despair that descends, the anguish, the total incomprehension, then again a trickle of light. In this newspaper, we see him radicalizing his positions, using the word “genocide”, for example. The Russian translator Alexis Berelowitch reread for us these texts which have come down to us in Russian. In Russian ? Not even a week ago, it did not seem incongruous to us to ask a Ukrainian in the midst of war to express himself in such a similar language, which in a handful of days has become that of the enemy.
Friday, February 25, 11:53 p.m.
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