Past (with pictures)
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| My Mother – Tanned and Rested |
| Communist Dentures |
| An Empty Pouch |
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Chapter 5
Working Title:
Why My Parents Divorced? (My Mother Couldn't Buy Me a Nanny); What's the Best Thing a Commie could do in America? (Go Shopping!); A Chess Game in the Rose Valley; What is a 'Mashalla' Move?
“Nadolu vodá, nagore momá.” My grandmother pours a bowl of sun-heated water over my head and helps me stand up in the middle of the tin-plated washbasin in our back yard. ‘Down goes the dirty water, up goes the clean girl.’ She wraps a towel over my shoulders, as I try to get out of the basin. I have to jump over the edge, but the rim is hot and high and I’m afraid it might burn me. I hold out my arms. My grandmother lifts me up, up – nagore – all the way up to her chest, sun-heated soapy water dripping down my feet.
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See, I am telling the truth!
The capitalist free market notion used to infuriate my ex-communist boss Comrade Pishmanov and trigger his infamous anti-American cant, because Communism is rooted in reality, based on substance, bolstered by logic. No Boo-Boo and bullshit. Your individual opinion doesn’t matter. You are a minion. Together the collective knows best; the collective wisdom propped up by the Communist Party, our Mother Protectress, trumps all individual perceptions for the benefit of all people; no doubt! 
