My Strong Desire to Stay in ♥️Babruysk♥️ ForEVER Had Me Blinded to the Simple Truth

I hate institutions. I despise normative people. I literally cannot stand crowds of humans, those chimps en-masse. And (as a result of that) I am more and allergic to big cities.

I wish there were some universal law of Physics, completely preventing any human settlement from ever crossing the 350,000 mark (which is when a place becomes absolutely intolerable). I mean, I Love my personal Friends, and always wish to spend more time with them; but it ends there. Large masses of human chimps (anything from three strangers and up, especially if they are males) make me cringe and scream inside, in both terror and disgust. I am an individualist, a soloist, and fanatically Original, always.

I am inLove with ♥️Babruysk♥️; have been since, following my very first night there (at "Amaks" - hadn't heard of "♥️Turist♥️" yet by then), in the Morning of the 23rd of August 2023, I had, for the very first time, breakfasted at "♥️Lyubimoye Myesto♥️", and then, met the Powerful wood Statue, at the Proletarion & Socialism streets' corner. The Berezina... Fontan and "Vestor"... all the Loveful People of "♥️Turist♥️"... the Wonderful sound, the Trees between the Berezina and "♥️Turist♥️", make in the wind... the City Park, the Lovely People at "Mir" Cinema, "♥️Lyubimoye Myesto♥️", "Bazilik"...

MY HEART IS THERE, FOR GOOD.

So, I thought - True, if I will study in Minsk, I shall have to live there - but, at least, would be able to visit ♥️Babruysk♥️, every week or two, instead if being unable to come there again, for months each time...

But, one single visit there, at that so-called "Linguist University" (also a "Linguist University", where almost none of the staff can speak ANY English...) today, a bit over an hour ago, had reminded me exactly, Why did I run away from there, as fast as I possibly could, last August. The entire atmosphere there = EVERYTHING I had despised about the zionist academic places - wildly augmented.

I own three things I hate, in levels I doubt any of You can possibly understand: my suitcase, the CPAP-bag, and the travel bag. I wish to crush them, to smash them against some wall, to burn them till NOTHING shall remain!! Any time I see them = MEMENTO MORI: remember, ya-Damny, how you've got less and less time here...

Only three days ago, have I finally felt fully recovered from my 20th April ordeal, of two flights and three airports. After ten weeks. And, in just two weeks time (more or less - sometime between the 14th and the 19th this month, more or less), I shall have to do it all over again. Because, apparently, my Semitic blood contaminates the air and land, at each foreign country I ever visit, that after 90 days in it, I must disappear, for at least 90 other days, to allow it to be purified again.

THIS IS HOW IT FUCKING FEELS LIKE.

So, yes, there are four ways for me to stay here... but none can ever work out for me. So... I shall have to go away - and, as (due to Armenian laws...😥) I shall probably have to go to the Balkan again (well, I Love Makedonija - but... it isn't Belarus...😥😥), it'll probably be years and years, before I'll EVER visit Belarus again.😥😥😥