>My maternal grandfather was a veteran of World War II. He went to fight in the war when he was barely 18 years old. He finished the war in Berlin and wrote his (and now mine) last name on the wall of Reichstag. Of course, my grandfather was a member of the Communist Party because what options were there?
Once, one of his daughters asked him: “Daddy, what’s communism?”
“Let’s go outside,” he said to his six daughters. “I’ll show you communism.”
They went outside and looked into the beautiful sunset. “Isn’t the horizon beautiful in the setting sun?” my grandfather asked his small daughters.
“Yes, Daddy, it looks perfect!” the girls responded.
“So why don’t you try to grab it?” he said. “Go ahead, grab it if you find it so beautiful!”
“But, Daddy, you can’t grab the horizon no matter how pretty it looks,” the eldest daughter said.
“Well, that’s communism for you,” my grandfather said.

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