I also find it dificult to live there because of the environment and the general oppressiveness. You may be burning with a desire to do something, protests, flags, struggle may be on your mind and in your soul, but the rest is silence. When Raman Bandarenka was murdered, mourning was [unofficially] declared. The mourners were supposed to stand still and hold a moment of silence at 12 pm; they were also asked to put a candle on the windowsill at 9 pm. Although I was sick, I went out onto my balcony at noon. And so what? I saw people walking and carrying their shopping bags, some men pulling suitcases, someone staring at his phone, cars driving by. Looking at them, I thought: „People, where do you live? What is going on? Why?" The same goes for the candle action — there was no feeling of togetherness and massive involvement at all. I lit a candle, so did one of my acquaintances living in the street nearby. She told me: "I put it on, but I seemed to be the only person in the whole street who had that candle on the windowsill." And I understand her, sometimes it really seems that all people around but you just do not care. And you do feel utterly discouraged.
And what is to be done with these people? What is to be done with the lack of initiative around you? After finishing school and graduating from my university, I have been involved in all kinds of cultural activities in the town since 2012, i.e. over eight years. Along the way, I realised that local people were ready to observe and show their interest, but they were not ready to actively participate. We even had a post in our dance community, something like 'How to stop looking at our photos in social networks and join us". That is, passively supporting people is OK for Barysau, but getting engaged in a process is something out of the ordinary.