Moscow / Petushki. An unidentified front hallway

I didn't know that there was a pain like that in the world. And I writhed from the torture of it - a clotted red letter "Q" spread across my eyes and started to quiver.

And since then I have not regained conciousness, and I never will.

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While working as a cable fitter in Sheremetievo,
Autumn 1969