The last thing I did before leaving Kyiv yesterday (Tuesday) was visit City Hall for the second time.
At 1am it was abuzz with activity, even though maybe 150 people were trying to sleep on the floor.
A good 200 more were nervously awaiting an expected police raid, which was eventually repulsed earlier today. Reports made it sound like a Keystone Cops raid.
A young man, about 23, came up to me for a chat, sporting a Napoleon frown.
His English was quite good. He spoke about how much he detested the country’s corrupt elite. He was angry but not shaking with rage.
I listened for five minutes – it seemed like it was something that he needed to get it off his chest after what had been the most charged 24 hours since the police attacked protesters on Sunday December 1.
He then walked off. I noticed for the first time he was carrying in his right hand, a very nasty looking crowbar.

This particular barricade was pretty flimsy by the standards of the barricades erected by protesters over the last week or so in central Kyiv.



Quiet day on the barricades so far.

Crikey! Come to Ukraine on holiday and a national crisis emerges. Am in