When I watch Europe being smashed, I get déjà vu. I understand what French Jean feels - the owner of a looted shop in Paris. We were all robbed and raped too - those who simply wanted to live by the rules. In Kyiv on Maidan in 2014. I was there every day as a journalist. Our office was right in the epicenter, on the central square where the protests were. Every day a drunk, unwashed Vasyl who came down from the mountains, with baseball bat in hand, asked me where I was going. No one authorized him. But he decided he had the right. And European politicians supported a coup. What did I feel? Helplessness. The same as the conscript soldiers who were doused with water in the freezing cold. The same as the police who had Molotov cocktails thrown at them and were burned alive. The same as people in Paris and Milan feel now. That’s when I understood. The worst thing for us and for the state is when the crowd gains power. When the rules stop working. Because sooner or later it all ends in anarchy. And everyone suffers. Today millions of Europeans feel the same helplessness. The very ones who told us 12 years ago: “This is normal. This is freedom. This is revolution.” Fate is an interesting thing. Europe must walk this path to the end. When you produce chaos, one day chaos will swallow you. And for people like me, it was an excellent lesson. Those who kept their minds during the general madness became even stronger. We are ready to give our lives so our children can live where law and rules work. And I know that’s worth living for.