The text here comes from a recording – the monologue of a man named Grigoriy, forced to sleep in the subterranean passages of Kyiv. He expresses frustration with the broken promises of the EuroMaidan revolution of 2013-2014. But, of course, the feeling of being forgotten is not unique to Ukraine.
Despite my offer to communicate in Ukrainian, Grigoriy chose to speak in my language. I’ve tried to convey the rough poetry of his English and the atmosphere of this underground environment.