Nostalgic Vibes from My Post-Soviet Childhood

haxyr3:

My last post stirred up some wild memories from my teens in the post-Soviet chaos. Here’s a glimpse into the adventures (and questionable choices) of young me:

Drank river water straight from a crystal-clear mountain stream. Dad said it was fine, and we were parched. Spoiler: I survived.Sipped warm, just-milked cow’s milk. Straight from the udder to my cup, no pasteurization needed. Never got sick, somehow.Hitchhiked 230 km (that’s ~143 miles) to another city and back. Just vibing with str...