One of my good friends, Spence, is living in Belarus with his girlfriend Pea. If you aren’t up to date on your European geography, Belarus lies on the outskirts of Europe sandwiched in between Poland and Russia, the ignored stepchild that warrants more attention.
One day, a couple of weeks into Spence’s stay in Belarus, a young lady, kindly known as the “Local Lunatic” (People in Belarus aren’t as worried about political correctness as Americans) went out for her daily stroll around the town. This woman was born with a mental disability. Still, she was incredibly happy, free to wander around staring at the snowy landscape in winter and the rolling grasslands swarming with butterflies and bees in the summer.