A (Small) Dash of Soviet Nostalgia
Jolted back to life by the screeching of iron, I quickly sat up in my bunk and glanced through the foggy window of my Soviet-era train at an ever-slowing blur of Cyrillic letters.  In mere moments I would finally step into the mysterious capital of Belarus, the notorious "last dictatorship in Europe."
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