The passage near Ciernobil I had lived with a certain thrill, to be honest, whereas I saw the exchanges of ideas on the subject, that in that world, you look at these facts with an eye farther away is impossible, in the sense that if there were situations or dangerous work, but necessary, someone had to do it and the issue end with a higher salary. All this was also related to a certain popular trombonist, so the strong fiber of the Russian workers did not care if they have radiation or emission of certain poisonous chemical companies and that everything could be cured with a good bottle of vodka. In Minsk, downwind from Chernobyl, although 600 miles away, saw the thing with a little 'more concern, but always with a certain resignation. Again, the economic situation seemed to collapse, perhaps even more than in Ukraine, but a closer relationship with Moscow had suggested calling the new currency Rubley, perhaps not to displace too Belarusians. There tedierò telling you that we received the proposal to finance a plant for the production of furfural, starting from the exploitation of bagasse exhausted also because I have already talked about here, I remain at your disposal for any technical explanations. I want to emphasize instead the feeling of desolation that gave the city, completely destroyed during the war and rebuilt hastily with an endless series of rectangular gray and crumbling similar to those on the outskirts of East Berlin, also in the center. Our contact, Vladimir, as a second job was the escort of the local football team, took us to various events ziguly with its fully-equipped, including a radar that indicated a rapid ticking sound, like a Geiger counter, the presence of the police cars lurking in every corner, anxious to scrape money to the few private car owners. Thus, if we feel the chirping of the unit, slowed dramatically, just in time to be able to stop without sliding on the snow, the exposure of the blade stop of a patrol crouched behind a pile of dirty snow. But the topic came less speed, we challenged the lack of seat belts, object unavailable in the USSR, but obviously required. We paid a bunch of rubley able to slip into the pocket of the Gay (The initials of the traffic police, do not think correctly) that unfortunately had finished the receipt book, but helped us get back on the road with a sweeping gesture of his arm. As we predicted the White Russia could give very little in terms of trade and arrived early at the station to spend yet another night on the train to Riga Unfortunately, Valery must have combined a mess for our tickets and the capavagone seemed adamant the train was fully booked and our tickets did not apply for some mysterious reason. While confabulating to do, a little old lady next to us began with a subdued weeping to pray to Cerberus. It had to be absolutely in Riga the next day for a funeral and she clutching a ticket, clearly in the category of those which are not valid as ours. The tears flowed abundant, but with the arrogance of power conferred by a hat with visor and the degree stated on the insignia, the poor thing was harshly criticized and rejected without mercy. He went silent and bowed, muttering curses. I began to fear that we would remain forever in Minsk, while the cold wind from the south would continue to spread over us the cesium and strontium that were flying free in the air like confetti and light radiation in the carnival. We took by the woman, making it clear right away that we did not want to escape some proper payment of tickets, just to find the right person to do it. Now is mollified and shortly afterwards we were able to accommodate the heavy baggage in the overhead compartment number 7. There was still half an hour to start, but we were not more disturbed.
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