The images that I have in my mind’s eye are always, no matter how often, proved wrong by reality. Belarus has been in the news a lot in recent time s , and I was expecting an unforgiving , joyless, and harsh place . This was far from correct . In t he taxi heading back to the airport , a tear rolls down my face . We pass a 2-mile-long line of army traffic , that’s heading somewhere u nder a full moon . I reflect on my time in this fascinating place and for the new love I have , for a girl from Minsk. I started talking with my girlfriend on a pen pal site almost 2 years ago, and she is from Belarus and it’s finally time to visit where she lives. The first place we visit, on a cool, crisp morning is The National Art Museum of Republic of Belarus. We get there by subway which like most things in Belarus has an edginess to it . My partner tells me, “There was a bomb in 2011 that killed many at this station”. Now there are guar
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