I wanted to buy Soviet champagne at the Global Foods store for our Soviet / Peruvian New Year’s but I didn’t see any on the shelves. It was the most devastating experience ever. Things are already horrifying. Trump is preparing to murder my whole family and the families of everybody I know. Gangs of Nazis are roaming the streets. The country has descended into soul-crushing poverty and our feudal overlords are laughing in our doomed faces. The patriarchy is invincible. Angry white men are harassing everybody in and out of sight. As an immigrant I live in constant terror. And in the midst of all this is can’t even find momentary solace in a cultural experience that will make me feel the illusion of being at home. Colonialism and imperialism have robbed me of the beautiful memory of the only alternative to predatory capitalism. . .
And then I saw 5 different kinds of Soviet champagne and my attempt at feeling like a true member of my tribe was over.



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