Back in the USSR, we had a living room curtain that cost 1,000 roubles. That was what my father made in 9 months before taxes. There are other Soviet people on the blog, and they’ll confirm that it was an insane amount to pay for a curtain. We lived on the first floor, and this ugly-ass expensive bitch was completely transparent. And window shades were not an existing concept.
At the same time, we were so poor that I would spend the whole day in my school uniform because there was nothing to change into. My shoes were always 2-3 sizes too small, and I still remember how much it hurt. Still, it could have been worse. My little cousin (a boy), the only son of a math teacher and a dentist, had to wear hand-me-down underwear from his female cousins, the poor dude. Imagine changing for phys ed with other boys while sporting pink panties with butterflies. Ain’t socialism great?*
In any case, my point is that poor people have the strangest priorities, and you won’t understand unless you’ve experienced it.
*The cousin is now a trader in the Cayman Islands and making a packet. IQ is decisive unless you are held back by socialism.