When Ryszard Kapuscinski traveled by rail through the Polesie region of Belarus – where he was born, on then-Polish soil, more than six decades ago – he discovered that the country his birthplace has become demands a stoic patience from citizens conditioned by years of communist tutelage by Ryszard Kapuscinski I TOOK THE MORNING TRAIN […]

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