Zhive Belarus! Long Live Belarus!

On June 3, my boss got called to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Minsk and was told that the embassy had to lower the number of diplomats in the country. It has to do with retaliation of our sanctions against Belarus for, well, not treating people nicely.

Here’s a fairly succinct summary from https://diplopundit.net/.

In 2008, the Belarusian Government imposed restrictions on the number of U.S. diplomats allowed in Minsk, and the State Department was forced to reduce its embassy staff from 35 to five diplomats as well as withdraw the U.S. Ambassador. The number of U.S. diplomats was later increased to six in July 2014. We are not sure how many were at post prior to this latest development.

I arrived to Minsk in October 2019 and was American No. 11; people told me that so often I felt I should have a jersey made! We added a few others after I arrived, so when we had to cut back again, a handful of us were told on Sunday that we would be leaving the following Saturday.

Photo from the tweet about us
being forced to leave Belarus.

Initially, I was told I was just going to have my tour cut short and that I would be getting some well-earned time off, but once I pointed out that I did not, indeed, want an additional 280 hours of annual leave, someone at a higher pay grade than me determined that I’d go at least temporarily next door to Vilnius to work.

 So that’s where I am at the moment – Europe’s G Spot. (Not kidding: https://vilniusgspot.com/ - “Nobody knows where it is, but when you find it, it’s amazing”). It’s been a gut-wrenching and emotional ride and no one can say for sure what will happen. For me, it’s easier because I was, and still am, destined to end my tour in mid-August, but the others affected were to be in Minsk for much longer and they are fairly clueless as to what tomorrow, next week and next month bring.

 In a span of less than a week, I found out I’d be displaced and packed out my entire apartment, threw everything else in a couple of suitcases and convoyed three hours. I’m now camped out in a Marriott and working out of a big room with a table for a desk. The embassy in Vilnius was already full when we arrived and we’re cramping them, but they’re being really nice about it.

 My successor is SOL; she will have to find another assignment. It occurred to me that this is the third consecutive tour where my position’s been eliminated, and the second where I’ve had to leave post early. Last time, I headed to Washington, D.C. to finish my tour but for whatever reason that wasn’t on the table. I would have been fine to do that again and don’t really understand what happened, but I’m fine working here for now.

Vilnius is a lovely little city and the weather has been really nice. So nice that I had to go buy a sun hat; I packed up all my hats to ship to Baghdad. I did the same with my workout clothes, so I’ve taken advantage of a chain of thrift stores here to go and buy some what will be disposable exercise gear. There are plenty of places to buy new stuff, but Lithuania is on the Euro and it’s way, way more expensive than Belarus. Someone in my displaced group pointed out that as far as prices go, the numeral is the same but the value is different. Something that cost 10 Belarusian rubels, like a decent sandwich, costs 10 Euros here. The difference is the Euro is worth three times more than the rubel, so it’s quite an increase in price.

My hotel room has a fridge and a kettle, plus offers breakfast. That’s my big meal of the day, and after six days, my “regular” is already known. Today, a Saturday, there were a lot of families down in line for breakfast and one of the employees asked if she could just get mine for me. I was fine with preferential treatment in that case. Unless something goes South, I’m here for 21 days initially and then have the option of this hotel or moving to another. Since I have a lot of stuff, I’ll likely just stay here but I do loathe the thought of two solids months in a hotel.

What is happening in Belarus makes me sad and it hurts to leave. We had a “hail and farewell” and I essentially broke down; on top of everything, it was also one of my employee’s last days and I tried to give a little talk about how amazing it’s been working with him but I could barely speak.

The people of Belarus deserve what they voted for, which is not the dictator at the helm.