#PostSovietVibes

[haxyr3]

Nostalgic Vibes from My Post-Soviet Childhood

My last post stirred up some wild memories from my teens in the post-Soviet chaos. Here’s a glimpse into the adventures (and questionable choices) of young me:

Drank river water straight from a crystal-clear mountain stream. Dad said it was fine, and we were parched. Spoiler: I survived.

Sipped warm, just-milked cow’s milk. Straight from the udder to my cup, no pasteurization needed. Never got sick, somehow.

Hitchhiked 230 km (that’s ~143 miles) to another city and back. Just vibing with strangers in rickety Ladas.

Snoozed on a park bench when my friends ghosted me, and I had no place to crash. Waited 7 hours for the next train home like a budget nomad.

Strolled catwalks under a 1-km-long bridge, 46 meters above a raging river. No safety harness, just teenage bravado.

Honestly, it’s a miracle I’m still here to tell these tales. What’s the wildest thing you did as a kid? Drop your stories below!

This is the bridge :)