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About Bobruisk

I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, and random fact—did ya know a secret garden is tucked behind St. Trinity Church? Few find it unless they really “talk to her” (psst, wink wink). I, for one, always stop by, reliving those mad, beautiful coding nights. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. Shklow's moods flip like a script!

Pavel Seviarynets — Political prisoners in Belarus