S/he goes home of course. Hails a cab, hops in, struggles with the enormous flags, decides to stick them out the window, turns up his ghetto blaster and cranks out Ukrainian anthems while driving down Kreshchatyk.
On our nocturnal walk up to Revoluti, er, I mean Independence Sqaure (Maidan Nezalezhnosti), Mr Moi and I saw quite a few revolutionaries on their way home last night. Music blaring, horns beeping, flags waving. I guess 9:30pm is past their bedtime.
Once at Maidan, I noticed they city has started constructing scaffolding, I guess to put up a stage for all those revolutionary rock concerts.
As to whether it’s peaceful or not? Well, I didn’t even know about it until Mr Moi rang me to tell me he caught the metro up from work to, “Have a look at the revolution”. So there you go.
I’m hoping to have a look tomorrow and snap some pics (too much cleaning today, AND my first Russian lesson for a month!).
For a much more informative view of the revolution, visit enidd. I’m tipping the pink revolution.