Part 9: Minsk (Days 19, 20, 21, 22)
September 10th 2008 Arriving in Minsk on a warm Monday afternoon, I half-expected the place to be set in black and white like an old war film. I expected serious, moustachioed men in beige trenchcoats and sunglasses to exchange briefcases in dark alleyways, stopping only to utter something like "Red Fox, November in Sevastopol is always clement" before scurrying off.
For Belarus is technically a dictatorship, run
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