Brest

Brest is the western gate of the country, the town where the trains change gauge and where the fortress on the edge of it holds the defining national memorial. The garrison there was surrounded on the first morning of the invasion and held out for weeks, and the ruins have been left torn with a colossal carved head rising out of them. The old main street is pedestrian and has a lamplighter who still lights its lamps by hand every evening at dusk. The great forest with the bison in it lies about an hour to the north.