There’s really no aspect of Soviet life where Wikipedia won’t inappropriately digress to portray in the worst light possible. Friendships, romance, eating, sleeping, breathing, dreaming, walking, talking, smelling, hearing, tasting, touching, seeing, eye‐blinking—there was always something somewhere in the Soviet Union that somehow made it all worse. It’s a very unnatural way of discussing history.
“Can’t remember where I put my apartment keys, gotta search through the pockets of all my clothes. Anywhere else in the world this would be a minor inconvenience, but thanks to the Soviet System, it’s an earth-shattering tragedy. DAMN YOU, LENIN!”
There’s really no aspect of Soviet life where Wikipedia won’t inappropriately digress to portray in the worst light possible. Friendships, romance, eating, sleeping, breathing, dreaming, walking, talking, smelling, hearing, tasting, touching, seeing, eye‐blinking—there was always something somewhere in the Soviet Union that somehow made it all worse. It’s a very unnatural way of discussing history.
“Can’t remember where I put my apartment keys, gotta search through the pockets of all my clothes. Anywhere else in the world this would be a minor inconvenience, but thanks to the Soviet System, it’s an earth-shattering tragedy. DAMN YOU, LENIN!”