Jeans were a big deal during the Soviet era. I don’t understand why the Soviets couldn’t make the equivalent to Levis….but they didn’t. Jeans were a hot item.
So when I went, armed with the knowledge that jeans could easily be sold on the black market, I took a pair of worn demins that I had purchased at Fred Segal in L.A.
I’ve always loved fishing. And trolling for jeans buyers didn’t take long. Within minutes I was given rubles and the buyer had my jeans.
I spent those rubles on a good meal in a restaurant and in a bookshop. I bought a set of Anton Chekov plays.
A few years later, my soon to be husband took me to see The Cherry Orchard at Edinburgh’s Lyceum Theatre. I pulled out the Russian book and read up so I wouldn’t seem uneducated about the play.
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