My father was born in Ukraine in 1946. He says in this Eutopia world called Soviet Union he didn’t eat for days. He didn’t see sugar or meat for years. His father was sent to prison and almost killed for asking a simple question about the government. When he was in kindergarden he made a political drawing on the wall and his mother was questioned by the KGB all day and was lucky to be released. His mother’s friend in school who was a little bit fat got killed and soled for meat (yes they ate him). He saw his girl friends from elementary school become prostitutes to survive. In his 20’s he learned French on his own. One day, a French boat came where he lived and so he went to talk to them to practice French. He was reported to the KGB and they came to pick him up at his job. He was questioned all night by them (they thought he was a spy). Now each time he hears people say how socialism is beautiful, he goes crazy!