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hands across the ocean - falling back to August 1978 i had my second encounter with an armed soviet soldier stationed at a lonely post in a place called 'no-where'. i walked on the other side of the country'ish road opposite to the meager barracks, which had some corn field beside it, puffing away on my 'joe cool camels', and i could tell the aroma of fine american tobacco just arroused his soviet sox to no end. he waved to me, motioning that i should come over, he appeared he wouldn't shoot me, at least not for any good reason, so i went. he said the words , either 'donhanyi' or 'papiros' i don't remember exactly which 1, but i knew 'dohany' in hungarian meant tobacco, and 'papiros' (papir in hungarian means paper), both relating to a tobbaco'ish sense. so - i offered the soldier a 'joe cool camel' - he smiled saying 'speciba'- thank you in russian. he was a young guy, in his 20's , bout my age. i could almost tell he wanted to talk to me, be neither of us could communicate except with a smile and a wave, and finally a handshake 
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