 Terrible prisons, the long bread lines and egg lines and food rations. I remember the days of, you know, we were collecting our sardine cans so we can use them during the night in a stick to get Italian TV station. I remember when, you know, listening to the BBC World Service would get you in jail for a very long time. And in a way, Cadare was the fine mitigator between these two worlds. Getting people a crack of hope and...