Why I Came Back To Belarus

I’d just arrived in Minsk with a gleam in my eye and decided to record a video before heading out to have my soul crushed. But this does show where my mind was at upon arrival: paranoid having started reading ‘Waiting For Hitler: Stalin, 1929-1941’ by Stephen Kotkin (which is admittedly not the best thing to read if you’re already nervous about entering a country which prides itself on retaining the policies of the Soviet Union) and also goes on to display my obsession with Jungian personality types (in fact, for the first time I decided to confess that I am an INFP personality type).



I’m back from Belarus

I’ve recently returned from Belarus, and I’ve got a lot of stories to tell you. Most of these, as you can imagine, involve old men, and I’m not sure how much you really want to hear these stories. But I feel like, having had the privilege of going to Belarus, I should really use this website to speak the truth about what I saw, and that truth just happens to involve old men walking up to me. It’s not my fault.

Anyway, look forward to more updates about my Belarus trip coming soon. I’m still somewhat traumatised and the scars are still a tad, you know. Exposed.