The leaden days of socialist monotony in the 1970s and 80s had an odd way of pressing on the spirit, like a cold fog that never actually lifted. But even in the dreary grind of lining up for bread, sugar or an elusive luxury, there was one queue that crackled with excitement: the one in…
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