Apache’s heart. Let’s try to untie a few ropes

Alexandra Zinczuk

Let’s try to untie a few ropes. Get a work of art from the crushed fabric: a shirt, embroidery and the story of a dark-haired girl who recently returned to Poland from the Donetsk forests in patterned flowers and linen shirts. They traveled hundreds of miles with him in a wooden box … for ammunition.

Dr. Olga Solarz is an anthropologist and researcher of traditional culture. He studied at the University of Lviv, lives in Przemyśl, where he runs the Magical Foundation of the Carpathians. For many years, he has been interested in folk tales, Boyko culture, and the Magurycz Association, which also protects cemetery tombstones. He is now back in the field, but for the first time on his way to deliver humanitarian aid to Ukraine.

It is not true that war does not belong to women. Armed conflicts are first and foremost liberated by the male element, and first and foremost, everything that is fragile, not accustomed to violence and rape, suffers. However, during the ongoing Russian-Ukrainian war, a force that does not appear on a daily basis and belongs to the female element is awakening, manifesting itself in high empathy, dynamic cooperation, altruistic instinct and the need to protect dignity.

Olga Solarz collects medicines, shoes, uniforms, thermoses, backpacks, radios and food for Ukrainian soldiers. After bringing more gifts, which he had collected in Poland, he returned to the forest and put on a helmet to look after the forest brothers. He makes noise, rejoices, and looks at what needs to be delivered. And he returns to collect more and more useful things, such as shovels, knee pads, water-cleaning tablets, or pits.

No detail can escape his ethnographic feelings along the way. On his way back from the front line after Easter, he drove through empty, dilapidated houses. He walks past the ruined Ukrainian villages, their post-war ruins, and sees his shirts scattered in a yard. Maybe they were drying up, maybe the wind had torn the ropes, or maybe the Russian army was already looting what it could do here. He decides that he cannot be indifferent. After all, he knows very well that in Ukrainian culture, the sorochka (shirt), also called embroidery, is a masterpiece, a complex symbol of personality. He bends down, picks up the shirts scattered on the burnt ground, determined to wash and renew them. He does this because he wants to give to other brave hearts who persistently help Ukrainians.

Olga leaves her friends by the fire. But he is a real firefighter, so he will return. For now, in Przemyśl, he opens and washes the hand-brought soroczki. They were made with his eyes in the 90s. One of them will go to Fr. Stefan Batruch, whom the Borderland Spiritual Culture Foundation is helping – send trucks both to refugees arriving in Lublin and to the depths of Ukraine.

The war is still going on, so Olga goes to Donetsk again. He is capable, because in 2014 and 2015 he went to the Luhansk branch of the front with help. He has already delivered several tons of aid. volunteer battalions, orphanages, hospitals, refugees. Will it bring another work of art from the next trip?

Traditional patterns or clothing colors have always been part of a coded story about the behavior of cultural communities. Anthropologists see the prototype of the shirt in the clothing of nomadic peoples from Central Asia. The type of long veil was adopted by the Babylonians and Egyptians at that time. But a story closer to us from the Włodawa poviat, where linguists found the answer to the question of why one of the inhabitants of Dubica called the Ukrainian shirt “soroczka”. The mystery is number 40. Soroczka is forty, it is almost Herculean work to be done in the past to sew a shirt. Sowing flax, weeding, collecting, squeezing, separating seeds, soaking in water, spreading on grass, rubbing on cut grain, rubbing, brushing, combing, spinning on a spinning wheel, boiling in ashes, rolling stalks, rolling in the sun, whitewashing in the spring …

Although most Ukrainians are forced to adopt camouflage colors, we know many other beautiful patterns there. Countless options, more than 40 million Ukrainians and Ukrainian women. And every masked, brave eye. Like the Kiev sculptor and musician Ivan Semesiuk, he is the author of The Heart of the Apache. This word dance from the Ukrainian language sounds like this:

“Commanders don’t cry like Apache,”
When the Comanche dances, the Apaches turn gray.
Because Apache’s heart cries out in despair,
When the former rise, the latter vanish.
I am a predatory Komanchi, but I am careless
My mood is Apache and my brain is beating
And the memory explodes, obviously,
He surrounds me forever and never goes anywhere.
I’m all pictographically painted,
My grief is just a battle ritual.
Although I look funny enough
Yes, I know this is not the end.

I find the second half of the Apache heart beating on our side of the border, where many people are screaming for help. Today, we are proving what it is like to be the “mohawks of Europe” with Ukraine. Therefore, whoever has the courage of the heart close to the body like a shirt, he should not forgive. Because support is a process, not a one-time squeezing of breasts for a medal. Let’s create more related ships with Little Squaw ability. Let’s try to weave new patterns and throw our ropes into this multicolored mosaic:

The Magic Foundation of the Carpathians
magiakarpat.pl
Account number: PL47 1240 2568 1111 0011 1177 6048
Title: Donor Help Ukraine
Borderland Spiritual Culture Foundation

fkdp.eu
Account number: PL 03124025001111001111839062
Title: Together with Ukraine

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