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Remember once when coming back from the south the road police bastards ambushed me on the outskirts of the town while I was riding at a staggering 70 kmph where the town proper had ended but there was still no road sign in sight saying it had. Had to buy my way out of the usual seven lives prescribed for that egregious misdemeanor. Try as I could never saw the sign after.Voronezh
I visited the Soviet Union for two weeks as part of a trade union delegation organized by the “Soviet-American Friendship Association” in 1986 after Gorbachev was made leader. We went to Moscow, Leningrad and Baku in now what is Azerbaijan. Very interesting, and made somewhat weird because it happened during the Chenobyl nuclear accident in Ukraine. I was at that time a union and political activist and wanted very much to see where the Gorbachev reforms might lead. But of course two weeks meeting ordinary people, workers and officials and visiting famous sites was not enough to give one much more than impressions.
As a young political guy deeply involved in the Vietnam Anti-War Movement, I had already been behind the Iron Curtain once earlier on my own — in August 1970, on the 2nd anniversary of the crushing by tanks of the great reform movement in Czechoslovakia led by Communist leader Alexander Dubcek, who was eventually eliminated by the Russians.
Prague, my destination, was then a sad, beautiful and tragic place, and I met many people there who had suffered persecution or were simply deeply depressed after the crushing of Dubcek’s “Socialism with a Human Face” reform movement. A young graduate student I met introduced me to a highly cultured family whose members had a long history supporting other democratic and social-democratic parties before Stalin. I visited their home. After Stalin’s Communists took over after WWII, despite being kind of socialist, the grandfather and some uncles were arrested or persecuted. Their family history went back generations as trade union leaders, democrats, intellectuals, doctors, etc. That visit was a real eye-opener for me and taught me a lot.
Reminds of a pretty young female guide we had in Baku. She took us to a famous monument of — if I remember correctly — some 19 local Soviet leaders who were executed by the Whites during the civil war. Also I think there was a statue to a famous woman of the same revolutionary period throwing off her veil. Anyway we talked about women in Aizerbaijan (she was Azeri).I have only been to Russia once. I met a young Russian woman named Olga that was a big fan of rock music and was impressed with western culture. She and I spent some wonderful evenings together.