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Actually, what Bormental describes is very similar to the truth, and I've seen and heard a lot of it myself. Up to and including "dilute or underdilute", a question the saleswoman at the local brewery asked me when she poured half a litre of beer.

I also remember the incredible abundance of grease and margarine, and supposedly birch juice in three-litre jars, and whole shelves of Moscow (!!!) shops stocked only with olives in glass jars (this was around the time of the Olympics).

And how I was surprised in 1980, during Olympiad, when for the first time I was able to buy 100 grams of thinly sliced authentic servalat without queuing...

And in 1981 I made a special trip to Moscow to buy some bourgeois cigarettes. Yes, it was stupid, of course, but they were delicious, but very expensive (1.5 rubles per pack)!

Ahh, it was a happy time: so many impressions after the era of total scarcity...

 
Mischek:

Not a good aunt


100%, it was in Germany

 
Mathemat:

Actually, what Bormental describes is very similar to the truth, and I've seen and heard a lot of it myself.


I also believe the same.
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When I was a student, we were sent to various slave jobs, sometimes to a vegetable depot. For some reason, only trusted people loaded the oranges there and stored them in a separate, locked warehouse, even during working hours (it was possible to get into the others if you wanted to) and they lay there and rotted.

But it must have been an enemy vegetable store, because there was a time, once a year before the New Year holiday, when it was possible to receive excellent quality Moroccan oranges which were not rotten at all. In the first years, they came in wrappers or in sieves and with stamps. Then without the labels. Then the labels started to disappear :)

All in all, it was not a lie at all. There were worse places, there were better ones.

 

It's a set-up. Who's cool with applied psychology?

 
Mathemat:

...Ahh, those were happy times: so many experiences after the era of total scarcity...

And there were also happy days in any barracks. Once, when I was on a business trip in the glorious city of Cherkasy, I was lucky to visit a dormitory for women at a meat-packing plant...
 
Swetten:

Oh, my God!

But when you think about it, it's funny as hell.

The shop is run by a baggage handler. :)

Your inferences don't quite fit with what you're saying :)
 
My memory from the year ~1985. Queuing for cooked sausage. A salesman comes up from the side of the queue and begins to rub something in the saleswoman's face. The queue starts to get indignant, how come there's no queue. To which he replies: "I don't eat that shit." Then a man in line says to him, "I do!" The salesman says: "You're welcome." That was the end of the conflict...
 
Choomazik:

So? What general philosophical conclusions can be drawn from this?
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