My Soviet childhood memories. Part 1

I think I belong to the luckiest Soviet-born generation. I was born in 1980. I got to witness the final decade of the Soviet Union. The memories are vivid, yet my Soviet experiences don’t dominate my identity. I am able to remember things and even nostalgize a little, without trying to draw profound conclusions and comparisons.

In the year of my birth, Moscow hosted the 1980 Olympics. The Games were boycotted by many Western countries, in protest over the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. My mom says there was a lot of effort to prepare the city for the event. Flower…