When you approach it, on a gray summer afternoon, it looks like just another soccer field. The local college student who’s playing tour guide today nods and says, in Polish-accented Russian, that we should keep walking. Each step we take is careful and measured. It’s beginning to drizzle; the rest of our group decided to stay behind, at the roadside.
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