Out of the Wilderness

Контент 16+ Suddenly Brest did not seem like such a placid, pleasant haven for departing pilgrims. Nearing sundown, we drove aimlessly, having no idea what to do next, or where to go. The Russian Embassy? Belarus Embassy? Polish Embassy? At this point, we couldn't even remember where our hotel was. We asked people along the street for directions, but frankly, they all acted as if they were little more … Read the rest