It is our greatest holiday, and our glorious memory. Joy in it is the honor of the free, and the glory of the revolutionaries. Celebration is an act of resistance. We light the flame in the heart, a revolution that knows no extinguishing. September 26 is the event and the talk, the sermon and the final word.

Before the war, of course, it was the state that celebrated this national occasion. And people were (almost) satisfied with that, or rather followed it, because they were well aware that celebrating Independence Day annually is a precious part of the state’s duties, within the framework of the concept of general mobilization.