YAKOV KROTOV

2001, October 28, 20.51, Moscow time

This is the letter of Dr Verena Flick from Germany, which she permitted to publish ob my site

In these sad hours for Russia I'm with all my feelings in your country. And I'm ashamed of our politicians and journalists, of our television. They know only one sentence: "Putin had no other choice". This is horrible. I feel in such sentences the contempt of all Russian politicians who really loved peace and democracy. Most Western politicians are thinking that in Russia democratic politicians are too weak for such a big country and therefore they did not support them. Putin is the man whom they need, because a German proverb says "Auf einen groben Klotz geh�rt ein grober Keil" (A coarse block requires a coarse wedge). I once talked with the German ambassador in Kiew, who was long times in Moscow too. He said that the main thing which need Russia is order, order at every price, and surely at the price of democracy. Therefore Schr�der too says, that there is no alternative to Putin. And our opposition is not better, on the contrary.

This is terrible because I'm convinced that the explosions in Russia 1999 had been a staging in favour of the presidentship of Putin. When I saw the pictures of these explosions, the icy geometry of the horror, produced by exact calculations of the explosive, I felt in this moment: This is not the work of the Chechnyans. And all what I read later about this, only confirmed my first impression.And I read very much! And now I feel that it is quite possible that the secret services seduced some Chechnyans for a new provocation. 50 men with such strong arms - how it is possible that nobody noticed them when they came into the theatre?

Now you surely understand what means your diary for me. It is the voice of truth behind all lies. I really need this diary when I'm alone in my country with my feeling for Russia.

But it is possible that our people are feeling more than they know. A Wiesbaden artist, to whom I told all what I read about Russia, had dreams, in which all the people of Wiesbaden were hostages of a strange foreign dictature. The day after I left a house in the centre of the town. I saw only few people, but felt a smell of smoke. And then I heard the loud voice of a policeman over the town: clouds of smoke are moving from a great fire and all people must go home and close the doors and windows. I went back and phoned the policy. They answered me, that all is over and it was not so bad and that we can open the windows again. But in afternoon, when I was again in the city, I heared again the voice of an exited policeman over the town, who warned beform a great storm. And the storm came and was not so dangerous. But I think that this strange atmosphere in Wiesbaden shows that the disease of Russia is the disease of the whole world.

May God show mercy to your country!

Verena