The coup was the inciting incident of my mother’s political journey towards becoming a communist in her younger days and her subsequent move to the USSR. My parents met there.
It wasn’t worth it, tbh.
The coup was the inciting incident of my mother’s political journey towards becoming a communist in her younger days and her subsequent move to the USSR. My parents met there.
It wasn’t worth it, tbh.
I went to Dresden on 9-11, took a wrong tram. Ended up in front of a memorial for Salvador Allende with flowers on it. Later that night watched a Chilean band in Berlin.