That already-famous report about Belarus without migrants. That really struck me too, in a pleasant way, when I was in Minsk. And in general, when you travel through Belarus, it really jumps out at you because of the contrast with Russia: there’s a huge amount of road construction, but all the workers are locals. Real *syabry* (Belarusian for “friends”), grinning through wheat-colored mustaches. No shepherd types. And everywhere—on construction sites, in the service sector, even the proverbial street sweepers—it’s all locals. And somehow, things are fine. The Belarusian economy (correct me if I’m wrong) has grown by an average of 8% a year over the past ten years, yet nobody is screeching that unless they urgently import a million Azerbaijanis, growth will come to a halt. And there are no conflicts with migrants, because there are no migrants. There are probably some labor market difficulties, and there are probably migrants somewhere, but there’s definitely nothing like the kind of trash we have here, where they’ve flooded the whole city and at the same time don’t do a damn thing—in Belarus, that’s definitely not the case. But Batka (“the Old Man,” a common nickname for Alexander Lukashenko) is still a tyrant, of course.