Brest, but not in France
3 May 2014 | Brest, Belarus
LikeAs time is pressing me a bit -and also I learn that there is no mountains in Belarus, what country is that?-, I decide to continue my way out of Belarus. But still I got to stop in Brest, the border city, to have a look. There I meet with Igar, a very nice young man who takes me around and teach me a lot about Belarus. His friend describes Igar as a 'couch revolutionary', someone who wants to makes big change in the country, but talks more than acts. Imho, that is not so true, as I see it's more that it's so difficult to try to organize anything that is not government supported that any kind of opposition is nipped in the bud...