I woke up early on Monday, April 7, 2014. I got dressed and decided to see what had happened during the previous evening. I had heard the noise coming from the regional administration building during the night, so I knew something had changed.
As I arrived on Pushkina Boulevard, one of the most beautiful walking streets, I saw the park workers already cleaning up, planting new flowers, etc. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, their office was in the basement of our building, so most of them knew me.
I walked over to one of them and asked what had happened. She relayed to me that the previous evening, the protestors had stormed the admin building and the local police decided to not fight the people.
There was a flurry of activity going on, but with all the anger, etc, I didn’t want to make it too obvious that a “foreigner” was in their midst. I walked as close as I felt comfortable and was a little surprised at what I found.
Being as this was my first experience with a local government being “overthrown”, I wasn’t sure at the moment what was going on. On this day, I had no idea what was about to take place. I knew I needed to stay low since I lived right next door to where the protestors were.
As you can see, they had been busy during the night, building a barricade around the building, which would grow throughout the week.
My life and ministry continued on. At the time, I didn’t feel threatened, although I knew that there was now an element which I didn’t need to encounter. I tried as best as I could to do the things I had planned.
I was experiencing change. Unfortunately I didn’t know what all that would entail, and for sure didn’t know what that would look like for me in 5 short days.