Early in the morning of August 7, I arrived in Belarus on a Tel Aviv–Minsk flight. On August 7–8, I met up with my childhood friends, and we went to the Minsk Sea.

One unusual thing I noticed was how many people wore white wristbands. And not only young people: people close to retirement age and retirees wore them too. 

Near my sister's building, on the square in front of the Kiev cinema, a man was singing alone. Only the day before, more than 10,000 people from Minsk had been here, and the "DJs of change" had played Viktor Tsoi for them.








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