At first the ladies were like a collective mirage. Just as soon as I spotted one, she would disappear over the horizon, around the corner, down a side street. But they were there. I swore it up and down to Swiss Mr. They were everywhere – carefully dressed, with shopping bags swinging. It took a while for my brain to assemble the data – yellow sundress lady with yellow polka dot shopping bag, pink shirt lady with pink flowered bag, even brown suit lady with a brown one – into a conclusion, but then I was convinced of it: in Minsk the shopping bag had become a fashion accessory.
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