In this HN thread I commented on how the story about the People’s Republic of Donetsk reminded me of my days in communist Poland. User bernardom prompted me to tell this story, so here it goes (I’ve slept on it and I don’t think it will do any harm, even though all the participants are alive (and well)). I got my driving license in 1986. My dad and his wife were looking to buy a new car and were going to trade in their old Citroen 2CV.
