I had a very typical glorious childhood. When I was 8, my mom and I moved to a brand new building on the outskirts of Vitebsk, right across the road there was a new construction site, where I spent my time playing with my friend most of the time. We used to dig into the ground and find treasures from the war: bomb fragments, boxes and boxes of German leaflets from 1941 urging the soviet troops to give up. One kid found a machine gun, it was rusty but very cool looking, of course our "pioneer vojataja" took it to the "Krasnoyarsk ygolok". When I was around 10-11 we used to go the the video salons, you pay one ruble and you can watch Rambo on a tiny TV screen in a room full of gopniki. I collected the inserts from Turkish made chewing gums: Turbo, Terminator, Donald Duck. We listened to metal in my friend's garage, while everyone else listened to Techno, I still do not like Ace of Base. No internet, no phones, life was dangerous and exciting. Things where getting tough around 1989, there were shortages of food and clothing, people spoke about Civil War, my mom had three jobs at one point, I remember going to the store to buy a loaf of bread and the sales person said that it will arrive soon, I waited in a big line, when the bread arrived people where full on fighting for it, I saw a pensioner with a bloody nose. We had food ration cards for sugar, vodka, cigarettes. The country was in chaos.