Now my idea of Minsk... it's creepy to me too, but naturally I miss my little sentimental things. Like the grocery store by the house, the post office, the library. I mean, those childhood moments are safe islands. Very sentimental utopian images that are in my memory. I remember the dandelions blooming in May. You go home and the May sunshine is intoxicating, and these dandelions are glowing. It's more of a feeling than a reality. But, in fact, last time we were in Minsk, the food I missed turned out to be the same feeling, a memory, when I tasted it - it was not delicious. I was very disappointed. And I think it's like that with everything else in Minsk.
I like London. It's versatile and it's very beautiful. The district where we live is very colorful. Every twenty meters you can see an old Victorian building, and next to it there will be some squat, a durian, plantain and yam store, a kebab store, a hipster coffee shop. In our district next to a beautiful old church, where the whole wall is covered in ivy, there was a squat where anarchists lived for a year, they were evicted and sold the premises for expensive luxury flats, it's very funny. There is a hot market, like Zhdanovichi, where they sell underwear on mannequins, where fake Louis Vuitton bags are on cardboard. If you go further into the center, there are also beautiful buildings, skyscrapers next to them, and it's all so eclectic, but it's in such harmony. Every time I see it and every time it excites me.
There are so many different nationalities and cultures in London. That's pretty cool for an expatriate. No one will look at you in any way, or that you've come to take away your job, like, you weren't invited, but you've come here. Because everyone here is like that.
I would advise people who are going through difficulties in emigration to find their own community.