Enidd describes what it feels like to be in the center of a revolution: “the main thrust of the revolution seemed to be seeing who could wave most flags and jump about the most, and who had the loudest sound system – which made it very like the reading festival, apart from three things: the music was all crap, the only drug available was alcohol and, most notably, a zillion clean portaloos had appeared overnight, all along kreshchatyk and around maidan.”