Do not worry. Be happy, says the song.
With the psychosis of a Russian landing on its beaches, Odessa yesterday heard music in its streets for the first time since the war began.
In front of an opera house surrounded by sacks of earth, an accordionist and a guitarist played and sang love songs to Ukraine in Russian. And five members of the Ukrainian Navy band performed the national anthem, the anthem of military aviation and the very catchy theme Don’t worry, be happy .
But Odessa is worried. Is not happy. And not even a thousand Rachmaninoff piano concertos would lift his morale today like a Kalashnikov does.
The military academy linked to the Polytechnic University teaches these days accelerated courses to handle this rifle. They prepare for an urban fighting war in the beautiful streets of Odessa. An accelerated course for all and for all.
The course to teach how to shoot the Russian rifle against the Russian army is in Russian: majority language in Odessa
“The Center of Ideas for the Resistance had the initiative”, says Mijailo, coordinator of the first aid classes and who in the other life (not even two weeks ago) was dedicated to artistic ceramics.
“As long as the injured person is alive, there is hope,” says one of the shock treatment doctors at his side.
Two soldiers teach a first group of ten boys and girls to advance in a group with kalashnikovs (deactivated) and to cover themselves two by two by hitting their backs while they go around. His movements have an initiation dance point.
The course to teach how to fire this Russian assault rifle against the Russian army is in Russian, the language of the majority of Odessa’s inhabitants.
“It’s not a war of languages and it never has been,” says Mijailo, from a Russian-speaking family. He decided to stop speaking the language on the first day of the invasion.
“I want to be prepared to defend the people I love. I want to protect our way of living. We don’t want to be part of Russia, ”says another boy, Vlad, who fixes his pupils as if he were looking at you with his brain.
Vlad has taken his mother out of the Ukraine even though she did not want to leave. To which country? “I don’t think it needs to be said,” she replies.
While they dance with the kalashnikovs, while the workers shield all the windows with boards and give first aid classes with a wounded mannequin on the floor, the anti-aircraft alarm sounds. Everyone to the shelter. False alarm. Everybody outside.
In a room they learn how to quickly assemble and disassemble kalashnikovs. The holsters spit out bullets that end up bouncing off the surface like chips in a board game.
The perspective of the game is tremendous. The kalashnikov can fire 600 bullets per minute. Each bullet can pass through the brain of an invader. of an invaded Of a human to whom, at some time, someone has said don’t worry, be happy.
Katrina, a young psychologist, is waiting with some friends to enter the second training group. The priorities for which she has come explain a battle that can start in the living room.
“First I do it to defend myself and mine. Then, to defend my city and my country. In this order. I have never picked up a gun before,” he says.
Did you expect the war?
“This war,” says Vlad, “will be tremendously expensive. We are fighting the third world war alone.”
Don’t worry, be happy .