Suddenly was shout from across room; Vitali, my eldest son at thirteen was jumping up and down with excitement, ‘Papa, papa look here!’, ‘Whoah there son!’ I said, ‘Slow down or you’ll be having heart attack!’ I was actually quite serious because Vitali was born with hole in heart. I went over to where he was now standing and couldn’t believe my eyes! Not only did we have balcony but balcony with sea view!!!
This really was too much and I was so grateful to state for providing such wonderful accommodations for its citizens. We were so lucky to exist in regime where all choices were made for us so we had not one worry in the world. What more could ask for? I had job for life, free health care and holiday every ten years. Pay would be better but that would be drain on state.
We unpacked our sacks and looked forward to eating dinner (we hadn’t eaten in many hours as route to Funland is treacherous as we had to walk through remains of Reactor Number Four which suffered slight malfunction which westerners translated as ‘a meltdown’ in 1999. I felt warm glow of pride walking through now ruined nuclear reactor. Well, I felt a warm glow.