A text, shared by one of us, recalling the experience of "interviewing" family members. (Oleksandra Tsapko)
This August I went back to Ukraine for the fifth time since the beginning of the full-scale invasion. Every time, it brings up complex and conflicting feelings: returning to a place that carries an odd sense of comfort combined with excruciating fear.
This time, I decided to do it differently -to transform this comfort into something slightly uncomfortable. I am still not sure whether those emotions were only mine or also belonged to the people I interviewed.
I spoke with my grandparents on my father’s side. I talked to them about their past. Before, there was never a concrete sense of where they came from or why they were the way they were. They had always existed simply as “granddad and grandma” -an eternal presence without a backstory or an unexpected sequel.
It turned out that both my grandmother, born in Western Ukraine, and my grandfather, born in Southern Ukraine (which has been illegally occupied since 2014), moved to the capital as teenagers in search of better opportunities, carrying bright minds and big hopes. After finishing school and university, they found respectable jobs as a scientist and an architect, and then my father was born. Still, it was far from a stable or ideal family life -Soviet times were not easy for anyone.
My grandmother never once mentioned how hard it had been, how, despite having decent jobs, they could barely afford food and other basic necessities, not to mention new clothes or leisure.
Now, memories from my childhood make sense to me: the endless plastic yogurt cups and plastic bags stuffed inside more plastic bags at my grandparents’ home. Back then, we might have called it hoarding, which now seems almost ridiculous.
Clearly, it was a coping mechanism -a way to deal with the recurring instability of the world.
My grandfather, on the other hand, revealed his deepest frustration: that he can no longer return to his homeland, the place that had always been an escape for him, where he could finally feel at ease. Then he showed old photographs and videos from before 2014. Everything felt brighter and warmer; not only the moving images on the dim computer screen, but also the look in his eyes.
Then came the story of their apartment -the apartment that was my father’s home, and later my brother’s and mine during our childhood. They told me how injustice almost erased it from our lives. My granddad had helped with an architectural project, after which he was promised an apartment as payment. But once the building was finished and ready to move into, the promise was suddenly forgotten. If not for one person in a position of power who fought for justice, my father, my brother, and I would never have had that home.
Corruption is still painfully relevant today, but back then there was not even public exposure or outrage. It was simply the norm.
They shared more tender stories about the time we lived with them. It made me wonder how we are, in fact, part of their story. How we shaped and changed each other. Their pain passed through us, digested in our bodies and reflected back at them. Could we then say that not only does the past form the future, but the future also forms the past, which later forms the future again? I’m not sure yet.
2.4
After inquiring into personal history, we again switch to collective memory and shared heritage. During the DACH festival organised by 380 Collective in Zentralwäscherei on 28.09.2025, we hosted a lecture and an open discussion with Maksym Eristavi, Ukrainian researcher, historian, and the author of “Russian Colonialism 101.” Through a theoretical input by Eristavi and a discussion with listeners, we gained a new perspective. The questions that the audience were interested in often dealt with how to approach the remains of russian colonialism in modern day, such as for example the “cult of great russian culture” and how it used to justify many things, including irresponsible musical programming (Zürich opera hosting a pro-Putin singer who uses Ukrainian tragedies for personal promotion) or collaboration with Russian artists in general.
Eristavi’s input strengthens our connection to our context; it ties together our experienced memories and historic collective memories. Additionally, he focuses on the stolen Ukrainian artists (and more) that are referred to as “Russian”. This input inspires further exploration of archives now as a tool for change and practical decolonisation. Further, this topic is discussed in the conclusive chapter and referred to as the Decolonizing Wikipedia Workshop.