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Up past curfew, the party lasts all night at a basement dance club in Ukraine
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KHARKIV, Ukraine — Lights flash on and off, red, blue, green, a lumpy cotton ball-like material covers the ceiling. And feet shuffle and stomp across the dance floor moving to pulsing songs in Russian. People shout the lyrics alongside the songs, others close their eyes and move to the music. Friends crowd in groups shouting over each other and laughing, lovers kiss in the corner.
This is the scene that unfolds on a Saturday night, long past Kharkiv's 11 p.m. curfew. Despite more than a year of war in Ukraine, regular missile strikes, and power outages, here in Kharkiv, the party won't stop.
The club is underground, it's basements like this where people tend to shelter from shelling, but while these folks could be sheltering here, they're also putting back shots, smoking hookahs and generally enjoying themselves. The tension that can be felt in the city aboveground, with closed businesses, boarded up windows and the obvious remains of buildings destroyed by shelling scattered all over, dissipates when you're inside. But inside, looking around, no signs of war can be seen and after a few drinks perhaps one could even imagine walking out again to a normal city. While Kharkiv region was liberated in the fall, the city is still near the Russian border and the threat of war, like all over Ukraine, is ongoing.
Just after 11 p.m., police came and the patrons were told to go home. After milling about outside, people quietly moved to the back door, constantly shushing those that had already had too much to drink. Neighbors peered out their windows at the strange group in the dark alleyway where girls in heels and miniskirts tried to avoid stepping into holes in the cracked pavement.
In under 30 minutes, the doors to the back of the club opened and people walked single file down an uneven staircase, past the kitchen, and returned to their same seats, drinks still waiting on their tables. The crowd needed time to warm up again after this interruption, but soon the party was back on.
Like the champagne bottles — adorned with thick sparklers sending off smoke and crackling light — delivered to tables and the fake hundred dollar bills thrown in the air, the patrons were once again able to shed the tension of living in war, flinging it into the air like the sparks and bills, letting it settle like dust and crumpled paper on the floor.
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