It has been a while, I know. I just moved to Saint Petersburg for my new job (Yaaay!) about which I will write in few hundred episodes for sure. Either way, this week I want to write about Belgorod in general. The small Russian city that became my first home in the Motherland. So let's begin! Why exactly Belgorod, Leandro? Why not Moscow? Oh, yes, that's the first thing people ask me and I am sure you would ask me the same. You know, after a while you start noticing a pattern in these questions. Also, I would like to point out that normally when this question comes from a Russian, they tend to regard Belgorod as some kind of village where the Soviet Union hasn't fallen yet, and even I thought that I was going to a Soviet-style city with all the red flags and shit. That is almost totally not the case with Belgorod. The blue chapel near Belgorod State University. Photography is one of my hobbies. (Yep, I took this picture) Why is that not the case? Well, first
A collection of all the funny and crazy moments and stories of over 7 years living as an expat in Russia, mixed with travel tips, sensitive issues, and a glimpse on Russian culture and mentality.