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348 pages, Paperback
First published March 6, 2018
I would spend hours by the balcony window, watching smoke rise from the power station chimneys on the horizon and listening to the suburban trains chug by in the distance. Most of my memories of that time coalesce into a sense of timeless boredom. But after my first taste of bubble gum, something new began to mix with my malaise: jealousy of the kids in faraway countries who could chew such gum every day.
So many Soviet friendships and even families have been formed while standing in lines.Nothing major -- just a quick smile as you read. At other times, he'll deliver a hard truth about life in the USSR through a joke. Like here, when describing how they couldn't process the appearance of Western athletes on TV during the 1980 Olympics criticizing their governments:
For those lucky Soviet citizens who were allowed to cross the border, any sort of misbehaving while abroad or giving the slightest hint at being unhappy with the Soviet workers’ paradise would mean no more trips anywhere except to camping locations in eastern Siberia.You laugh, and then you realize that he's talking about a harsh or sad reality while you're laughing. I don't know how many times I'd think about something being funny or actually be chuckling at something when I'd catch myself, because I realize what he's actually getting at.
Did I have a happy childhood? Well, it was what it was. From a nutritional and a relationship standpoint, it wasn’t particularly great. But it also wasn’t awful or tragic. It was, when I look back on it now, normal.