January 2010
2 posts
When I was in my first year of college, I used to joke that I was like a citizen of the Soviet Union. I lived in a tiny, dingy room with a flatmate I despised. I could probably get rid of him by denouncing him to the authorities, but then I’d have to live with my guilt. In principle I could have lots of food, but the food was worthless in hard currency and in practice the rules for...