In the 1970s, I entered Finland at the Lappeenranta border crossing in Karelia after two months of road travel through the Soviet Union through what is now Ukraine, Belarus and Russia. This was my political education. I celebrated my 31st birthday in the Soviet Union and didn’t even get a card from Leonid Brezhnev whose security people must have known of my birthday and whereabouts.
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