Andrius Navickas – on meeting the protesters: dialogue in practice



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I. I leave through the door of the Seimas building. Ears are closed with beeps, drums and shouts “Shame”. Several hundred people. I head towards the closest group. The screams intensify.

“Tell me, do you want to talk, express your position …”

“Who is interested in talking to you, pig? You swelled for our money … “

“Well, did you say you wanted to talk?”

“Wait for the Seimas you p …, you live in our sweat …”

I realized that maybe people are tired, they don’t want to talk right now, I walk over to the car next door. Ahead, a rather young man with a flag sprouts up and blocks the way. I continue, he deliberately tries to hit me and yells that I’m pushing him, but he doesn’t even convince himself. I sit in the car. Then the man with the flag begins to coordinate everything: “Surround the car so that the villain does not leave.”

I admit, it’s hard to believe with my own eyes because a four-year-old (at least it turned out) is parked behind the car, like a living barrier. I think about what is happening in the mind of the mother of that child, but those thoughts are interrupted by hisses, screams. The half-hour performance begins. During that time, I was ridiculed to lose weight in the car in a week. Someone offers me to buy a kebab. Some more young people are taking selfies with an incarcerated MP. How dozens of people are filming everything diligently and it seems to give them a sense of superiority. A woman demonstratively shows the “fact”, several young Russian-speaking people promise that they will have to cry a lot. Several collectors take photos demonstratively of the car numbers. Then a guy announces a questionnaire and a vote, am I a hippo or a wild boar? From what I understand, both options work. A woman starts yelling at me that if I condemn public vaccinations, they won’t touch me.

I call the police and tell them the situation. They say they recorded the call. An acquaintance old man from the very popular Vilnius church passes by. She is with a camera because she is famous for her love of photography. A year ago, he was very convinced to take a photo at the church where he volunteered. Today, she pretends not to know me and not to respond to the harassment of the crowd. I admire your Christian resilience.

I still hope that we can at least understand the reason for what needs to be done to speak up or let go. However, I see the police taking Sergejs Jovaišas back to the Seimas, the young man next to my car throwing the Lithuanian flag on his back. For the crowd, it looks attractive. Lithuanian flags are for that, right?

The car begins to turn little by little. I realize that this is no longer a dialogue, but an attempt to get angry. I breathe easier when I see two policemen who offer to accompany me back to the Seimas.

The crowd yells: “Shame.”

II. No, not everyone responds that way. The opposition (not the Social Democrats) is welcome. By the way, until Valkiūnas left and started hugging the audience, he was still hoping to make contact with the audience. Probably because of this, the car soon began to rock.

The opposite example is Tom Tomilin. When I was attacked by several people before getting into the car, Tom very boldly demanded, “Do not attack one person.” I am very grateful to Tom. By the way, I wonder how things would have happened if the heroes of the crowd had asked the MPs to follow the order and not incite the audience.

III. How to understand that the other party wants to dialogue? In the morning he sends you a bitter crown, in the afternoon he sends a funeral wreath through Gražulis, and at night he tries to take me hostage and collapses in ecstasy … Sorry, although I see these signs, but I can’t participate in such a dialogue.

IV. I am very grateful to the Seimas security team and the police officers who were there. The dialogue actually took place with the guards. They are very cool, civic and know their job well.

V. I left the Seimas when the crowd focused on the courtyard entrance and the tension was building there. I heard a faint hiss. A hopeful sign of dialogue for the future?



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