I remember December 31, 1999: the cold, murderous gaze of the former prime minister who became president, promised to defend democracy by all means. I understood that it was the end. But I live in Europe... What was it to me, there! In February 2021, the end came not only to democracy, but also to my world. For three months I lived chained to the news feeds of European, American, Russian channels, including Meduza. Without vital, independent, accessible information, I would have gone crazy. Now I can no longer read independent media in Russian, because it hurts me madly from my ardent helplessness and from the fierce savagery of what is happening. But when I read the words of real, living people from that side about the fact that they also need multifaceted information about the bad and the good, hope is reborn, like a flower from frozen ground. Support Meduza, if you can!