First of two parts
In 1965, on my second visit to the Soviet Union — the first was the year before — a Russian I met on a park bench said to me, "Come back and see us in five years. Everything will have changed. You won't recognize us."
I went back again in 1970, and the only difference I noticed was that the park bench had been painted. Wherever I traveled, everything else seemed the same.
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