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>> Bulgaria in the early/mid 80s. Very not funny. As you describe but worse in real
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My father met a Bulgarian professor on a boat train in about 1970. He had a sack of apples, his only food, not being paid enough to afford western meals, but apples were cheap in Bulgaria.
He wanted to photograph the white cliffs of Dover on reaching freedom, and my father assured him it was permitted, no secret policeman would arrest him for possessing a camera.
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