Padraig Rua Posted September 17, 2012 Report Share Posted September 17, 2012 [center][img]http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7097/7014510411_f3293e3925.jpg[/img][/center] It was a cold, cold day in the town of Salekhard. Winter was beginning to set in. The waters of the port were freezing over and the people were building up reserves of food and firewood as the first snows fell outside. A common practice each year, but so was life in this cold, cruel, yet beautiful part of the world. However, life was about to change in this sleepy artic land. The people of Yamalo-Nenets, a forgotten protectorate, felt it was time for self rule. They felt it was time to rise up and say to the world [i]‘Look at us! We’re here!’[/i] And so it began on this day……. [b][size="3"]Through the eyes of Anatoliy Bogomolov[/size][/b] The vibrations from the under-maintained branch line had shaken me awake. I get up and dress myself, throwing on some heavy winter clothing to defend my body against the cold merciless wind of the north. A waiter arrives with a cup of black Russian tea. Its warmth is welcome as I drink it down gently. As the cup warms my hand I walk over to the table and pick up a single paged document and put in my coat pocket. At 6.AM I arrive at Salekhard station and walk out into the crisp morning air. The station is empty and the town is still sleeping, so I walk outside and ask my waiting driver to take me to the far side of the river Ob. The drive is nice and quiet. I have time to rest; time to contemplate the significance of this journey. I eventually arrive at my destination, so I get out of the car. It drives away once I shut the door. My breath rises in the darkness. The full moon floats above the white-walled, blue roofed church and, rising still above, the high golden spires of Salekhards Cathedral. [i]‘Perfect.’[/i] I said to myself in the coldness of the early morning darkness. [i]‘I shall announce it here.’[/i] And so I walk inside the church and wait for the sun to rise. An hour later it rose, and the people rose with it. At first one or two appeared. Then a few more until the whole town seemed to rise and stand before the cathedral. The news had spread quickly. I walk outside to greet the crowd. The day had not gotten any warmer. Fresh snow had fallen, covering the steps of the congregation. Noticing this I climb and stand atop a small pile of firewood outside the cathedral gates. The eyes of the people fall upon me. I reach into my coat pocket and take out the piece of paper. I hold it up for the crowd to see.... [i]’I have done it. Independence is ours. Tell it to the world! So that they may know we exist and live free once again.’[/i] [size="3"][b]Day Earlier[/b][/size] [quote][b]Missive to the Vaulian Government[/b] [i]To whom it may concern,[/i] The people of Salekhard, and those who live in the surrounding lands of the Vaulian Protectorate, wish to declare independence. I've been given permission by the people to negotiate on their behalf. So I wish to invite a representative of the Vaulian Government to discuss the possibility of a Union of Salekhard. If you agree to my request please meet me at my estate in northern Yamalo-Nenetsky. The address has been supplied in this missive. I look forward to your response, [i]Anatoliy Bogomolov[/i][/quote] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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