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Ping to excellent, sobering article.
Excellent article - thanks for the ping.
Reminds me of an old boyfriend who was part of the Merchant Marine. He worked on those big freighters that went all over the world carrying cargo from here to there. He'd be gone for months at a time, and always had great adventures to relate when he came back. His ship once got stranded in the USSR, and the crew had to hunker down in one of the big port cities for several weeks.
He said it was the most horrible, bizzare nightmare one could imagine. Everyone -- all ages, all types -- was drunk, he said, all the time, day and night. There were no pretty women in the clubs or bars where they passed their time -- all were hard, ugly, grim, and desperate. He said that the KGB watched every American to the point of laughable excess. Anywhere, everywhere, he went, he'd turn around and look behind him and some official dogging his steps would awkwardly dodge behind a tree or a corner.
This article made me think of that ol' boyfriend's stories and how much he hated having to deal with cargo anywhere near the USSR.