We shall wear orange scarves despite their brainwashing and Nazi-styled pseudo-patriotic yells. We shall wear orange scarves despite their pervasive ideology of privatized corruption and repression. We shall wear orange scarves in memory of those butchered under Stalin, Hitler and other “nation-loving patriots”, “Fathers of all nations”, all sorts of “charismatic leaders” who used to slaughter millions of their lambs mesmerized by uplifting cracks of Shepherds’ whips. We shall wear orange scarves for our own sake, for the sake of our life and freedom, for the sake of our desire to be human beings, rather than herds of sheep enchanted by the magic glory of the Dictator’s whip driving them to the edge of an abyss which they are yet to willingly plunge into and explore all the details of torment to a nicety, to add to bleached skulls and bones of by-gone generations, in vain hopes to find the Promised Land. We shall wear orange scarves when time is ripe, when all red tears dropped on the ancient pavement of Red Square since Ivan the Terrible are poured together and merge into a single roaring stream to invite us in and sing its pleading dirge of hope.