Translated material
Solidarity
On January 19, the day of memory of our friends Stas and Nastya, I decided to go to where Russia was closest.
I went to prison in Rotterdam, where Sasha Dolmatov was awaiting deportation. I talked and understood a lot of new things. For some reasons, I won’t explain it yet. I'll tell you about something else.
The Afghan taxi driver, who heard part of the conversation, did not turn on the meter when driving back. Not because anything shocked him, he just drove silently, and to the question “how much?” gave me my business card for my next trip to prison. Why? Because he is a refugee. He didn’t ask me, “how did this happen, are the details known?”, “Could someone bring him to this point?” The taxi driver simply showed active sympathy (previously in everyday life - solidarity).
And just to think about it, I am the first Russian after Sasha to visit this prison. For two days, no one from the representatives of both states contacted the mother. Only through personal sources was it possible to find a lawyer and connect him with his mother. They barely had time to warn the mother in person before the press began to hang up the phone with questions about details. No one knows how to pick up the body at the moment. But in Russia everyone knows where Ded Hassan will be buried. An FSB colonel issues a Russian passport to a French millionaire. (Wikipedia says that a community of interests is also solidarity.)
In short, there is a “reason” to reflect on the topic of who is in solidarity with whom and who even has it - solidarity.