First I though I wouldn't need words for this.. but as event spiral into of further mutual accusations and hatred, I think, I'll add some.

This kind of tragedy will repeat over and over as long as we'll feel that's in our full right to take stone, knive, molotov coctail, gun, or press button on control panel just to defend our point of view, just to prove we are better than others. Every shell, every bullet, every word said on TV screen - whether it hits or misses - it tears apart world of someone innocent. There are real enemies of us - those who arewithout moral and are hunger for power or glory or are just afriad of being caught on their errors or crimes. And their main method to stay in their comfortable places is to create enemy imaginary, by carefully crafted fairy or scary tales, psychologic tricks, circumventing word, fact ideas. As long as we allow our hatred to guide us, as long as we continue to believe everything is told and do not put ourselves in our adversaries' boots - so long they will be at power and so long they will feed on us. Those 298 are gone, their fragile world was torn apart by supersonic flock of shrapel suddenly appeared in flight path of their ride, and no accusation, no war will not mend that - it will only add to this count, which is already far beyond 298. Doesn't matter whose personal fault it is, accuntants, politics, soldiers or rebels - it's _our_ fault as earthlings in general. Because it's in our nature to submit reality around us by fairy tales concocted for us to feel superiour, to feel comfortable, to be distracted from actual, more important problems. It is possible that relative of one who is at fault, would die from HIV or carncer because those activists killed on board never reached their homes again - but it's not a justice in any way, it's just cruel neutrality and unforgiviness of universe.

I'm not bearing gun, as that would put her in allegiange to any of sides of conflict - regardless what this conflict, my heart pound not with rage when certain names crash through my mind, but with bitterness of realisation how lack of education , greed or overconfidence can destroy us all. My battledress is a fantasy, a combination of russian, british, german and american ones, as I don't put myself in ranks of any. I pledge for forgiviness for how insolent and barbaric we are. And I wrote yesterday on paper "Please forgive us". Please, forgive us, planet Earth.