December 30, 2009 - I am on the train heading to Minsk. Minsk - approximately 700 km away from Moscow. 1 country border to cross, though no passport control. Traveling to Minsk is like rewinding the tape and going back in time to the late 1980s. Things are old, rusty and soviet-like. Nothing has changed in Belarus, except introduction of modern cell phones and vogue. People are warm and welcoming, not spoiled by big bucks yet. Nevertheless, living there is not an option. The country is in ruins, which are produced domestically and sold domestically. Life is on hold there. Progress is forbidden. Foreign influence is limited to none. One man show is in progress. No interruptions, fake laughs and controlled applause. A puppet show, indeed.
I am not judging, I am observing.
Truly yours,
Московская вьюга
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