I visited the basement archives today in search of Public House paraphernalia, and couldn’t resist opening the jam-packed banker’s box devoted to the 1989 trip to Europe, large portions of which were spent in the Communist nations of the Warsaw Pact.
In the spring of 1989, I flew into a continent divided into “cold” warring blocs, and much of my summer was spent behind the lines of America’s presumed enemy. By the time I flew home in November, the Berlin Wall was down and everything was changing.
I’ll probably spend the rest of my life mulling over how well, and badly, I reacted to these changes.
In the interim, here are a few museum pieces, beginning with genuine toilet paper from the East Bloc, suitable for scouring.
The title says it all.
Not a mascot to inspire fear.
Each one was personally sampled.
Each coaster probably had at least one full beer glass riding on top.