This is my oldest political memory. I was 8 at the time and didn't truly get what it was all about, although I did probably understand the Soviets lost the Cold War. I remember the euphoria we saw on TV. Yet my clearest memory is of a teacher talking to us children about the event in school. I can still see her standing there in front of us, in the old local school on a dark, cold winter morning, the coal burner stoaf in the background, in a half lit classroom. "Does anyone of you know what happened yesterday?" It's strange how something fleeting like a memory lasting 2 seconds in real time will stick with you for life, while thousands of other moments of that same day and period are lost, hence becoming the go-to memory whenever a certain matter is discussed.
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