Breath of Belarus

Today, I met an unusual Belarusian abroad. One who, not being an immigrant or a wanderer, found himself beyond the border. A bus driver.

I asked for the Wi-Fi password. He gestured with his hands and said: There's no password. Then he clarified that there's no Wi-Fi either. But if something is really critical, they'll help out.

There was warmth in him and a detachment from political issues. He probably has his own thoughts. But he lives, breathes, travels from one end to the other. Helps people. Just a regular, unique, warm, wonderful person. And I missed such an environment. Almost forgot how it feels. And today, I felt the breath of Belarus. I don't want to lose this piece of Belarus. I want to keep it in my heart.