The first question that comes to our minds is: what hell did the unarmed journalists go with expensive equipment and money into the bad neighborhood of Brussels? Have you ever heard that there are places in a normal country where you shouldn’t go?
I have repeatedly observed with amazement in the residents of Moscow the strange unpreparedness to see European countries. I observed this even in my hometown, in the place of which Moscow guests persistently (sometimes for years) saw only a small reserve of fun inexpensive strawberries, decorated with church spires with cockroaches.
In the place of real Paris, they see wallpapers for the desk. In the place of real Liverpool - stylish black and white Beatles in their youth, sitting somewhere in the sun. On the site of the real Brussels - a shopping gallery in the old city.
The thought that everywhere is its Biryulevo, and some places it is times cooler than our daring fantasies - leaps away from them with peanuts.