My last soviet summer.

Position:JAMES KUGEL

By summer of 1986, my parents and I had been refuseniks for eight years. A 19-year-old university student, I took part in a two-month-long expedition across Russia. Leaving Moscow in June of 1986 meant trying to put behind the ever-present signs of the Chernobyl nuclear catastrophe. A sense of panic had given way to a dulled sensation of the whole huge country cracking at its seams. This journey, which took me almost 1,000 miles to the south of Moscow, gave...

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