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Before our trip to Poland, my colleague Gwen and I decided that it would be a good idea to also visit the neighboring Belarus. The most efficient way to get there was crossing the border near Bialystok and spending a day in Grodno, a city that used to be home to a thriving Jewish community and an important political and cultural center of the Polish- Lithuanian Commonwealth. Today, it is a sleepy town that will surprise you by its cleanliness and order, undoubtedly resulting from the tight political control of the Belarusian (read Russian) government.

I could tell you about the day we spent there, and it was an interesting and emotional one – from the stern border control, to our visit to the only preserved Synagogue and the unmarked mass grave of Grodno’s 20,000 Jews killed by the Nazis, to my heated political debate with our Pro-Putin driver and Anti-Putin guide, to the delicious herring I mixed for myself at a great local restaurant.

Instead, I will tell you about our train ride back to Bialystok.

At the train station, as we were approaching the narrow door of the passport control, we could sense our journey back to Poland would be far from dull. Equipped with black tape, several young Belarusians were engaging in the most bizarre activity: taping together packets of cigarettes into thin, almost 5 feet long stripes and carrying them through the passport control under the disinterested noses of the Belarusian officers. When asked what this is all about, our guide, a Professor at the Grodno University, smiled mysteriously: You will see. And so we did.

During the first forty five minutes of our train ride before the border, an incredibly well organized commando of about 15 young men and women equipped with screwdrivers essentially took apart the train carriage, unscrewing every plywood board on the walls, every lamp and every tube and pushed tons and tons of cigarette packs into every hole, cavity and nook possible. As we watched in astonishment, one of the girls asked us, very politely, to move so that she could make use of our seats.

At the border, the nicotine traffickers metamorphosed into innocent looking travelers and nonchalantly opened their bags for the Polish border officers to check for any illegal content (such as a large amount of cheap Belarusian cigarettes). During the hour long wait at the border, everybody had to leave the train and the Polish officers went through every wagon. As I watched them bringing out only two bags of seized cigarettes, I had to wonder if this was just a symbolic act on their part.

We got back on the train, the smugglers drew their screwdrivers and methodically retrieved their cargo. It was an efficient and smooth operation, but it seemed like way too much effort just to sell cigarettes. I had to ask, how much is in this for you? The answer was: $150.