circa 1972.
When I was a kid, I just assumed people in commie countries spent all their time in dark rooms, being miserable and wondering when the secret police would come calling.
To my utter astonishment, a prof I had at college, who began life in Czechoslovakia (Hi, Mr. Cibulka!) told a story of when he, his parents and siblings were out on the balcony of their apartment eating popcorn. (Communist popcorn??) And a strong smell wafted out onto the balcony, smelling strongly of popcorn. However, it turned out, their apartment was on fire.*
The above name is a place name in Serbia. (or, as stuff you'll find from around 1900, 'Servia.')
*Since the late 1980s, the Far Northeast part of the City of Bothersome Love has been attracting Russians fleeing Russia. For some reason, either the novelty of living in a unit sans five other families, or cooking over something other than a kerosene stove, they constantly had fires break out in their units. Like, constantly. I know this because a) it used to make the news, and b) I knew someone who worked across the street from the fire house that serviced that area.
Just thought you'd find that cultural tidbit interesting.
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