On Faulty Judgements

[tomsyak]

In the early 1990s my mom and I were traveling back to Petrozavodsk on a train. We had two beds in a four bed closed compartment. In the middle of the night a really drunk man with two halves of a ticket came in and kept us up all night with stories of times past. Neither we nor the conductors could do anything about it, so we had to listen to him

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[gotopatagonia]

Holy sh#t, that's amazing. Straight out of a Solzhenitsyn novel, seems like it!