Summies from the war

On May 25, on the International Day of the missing children, in the center of contemporary art “Vincuvod” in Moscow an exhibition “Little things” was opened, organized by the search detachment “Lisa Alert”

Preparations for the Lisa Alert exhibition at Vincuration

Frozen. We are waiting. The words from which everything is compressed inside and you really forget, you inhaled in the last minute at least once or not.

Three in the morning, I write this note, which began completely differently and was even a little about another. But nine -year -old Dasha Malysheva confused me all the words, forced me to learn to breathe again. Dasha’s grandmother will tear my heart in the tube, and I will speak calmly: we will find her. We will find her. And believe yourself. And Dasha is found, alive and healthy. And we will finally pull the air into the lungs and fall into sleep, just in case, laying the lantern next to the pillow.

So we live. Like reports from the war. Found, alive. Found, died. And this "war" is captivating people no worse than a contagious disease. And everyone seems to be blind, they don’t see, they don’t want to know. Until the “war” will come to their house.

Contrary to the stupid conviction that the volunteers are continuous opposition, I do not believe that the problem of missing children will become less acute with another authority. The problem is in the heads. In the heads of adults, whether they are Kremlin, white or any others. A lot of adults per day passed by a disabled girl who walked in their area unable to find the way home. It was winter. The girl was very lucky, she was found before she managed to freeze to death.

All the same adults see how the child runs to someone else's car, and then disappears. And these same adults are then unable to go to the police and tell what exactly they saw. Adults pass by someone else's trouble every day. But worse than a blind adult can only be a blind adult in power.

“We save the children, and you kill them,” I say recently to one of the deputies who fiercely defending the adopted ban on adopting children by Americans. He does not hear. And the difference between us is that he, like other deputies and officials, may afford to not hear. Do not hear, for example, about the “prison” disease of tuberculosis in those who run away from boarding schools in the suburbs. It seems that in the heads of deputies and officials broken hearing aids of different models. Because when it turns out to shout, after a while you even regret that you have opened your mouth.

Krymsk. We ask for a week, demand, scream - put a shower in the field where the camp is. You are crazy, the heat is terrible, the infection will be, it is impossible! Nod. But they don’t put a shower. And then the ardent deputy Maxim Mishchenko will say his famous and squeamish: what did you need to put a jacuzzi there? And then it will become worse, in the bowels of the Federation Council a bill on volunteers will be born. Like, was it bad without a soul there in the heat in Crimean? Sign here and here. Signed? Congratulations, now you are volunteers, and not just some people are incomprehensible. Here you have benefits, books, bonuses, shower and shovels. And do not care that with these shovels we will bury the entire volunteer movement. Spit because we are used to solving problems like that. And then it will not be a shame to report. There are how many volunteers! And everyone helps the state. And again do not care that no one will help people now.

Probably, everyone and everyone who is engaged in the help of people does not want to understand that this specific problem does not bother all humanity as a whole. And I don't understand. And I do not want to understand. For me, the situation is when I take the orientation on a ten-year-old girl from Moscow to the Bryansk region, this is some kind of ridiculous, wild situation. In the Bryanshchina elections. And all printing houses are clogged with orders for election campaigning, orientation simply has nowhere to print. We ask, we turn to all parties and candidates without exception, but all to no avail. And at this time, people in a fashionable studio with pink microphones proudly say that they “did not merge the protest”, but they were on the right, left and side, they were definitely “leaked”. And I look at all these dies under the names “Gardener”, “Petankist” and I want to tell these people how they live in the city of Dyatkovo. As local residents nod in the direction of the stabbed house and they say that Pestel lives there. Why Pestel? So sat. Well, like a Decembrist. What did you sit for? Yes, it seems to be for a crime against a child. Why the house is pounded? We do not know, but the children often go there, the pester sells cigarettes there. Pink microphones and merged protest. Carcass.

We named the exhibition that we opened at the Winery in Moscow, “Little things”. And I want every adult to see these little things. And maybe we will not have to learn to live anew after every heard: “Found. Died. "

Photo: Evgeny Feldman