The cure for liking socialism? Visiting a socialist country

One of the reasons I am alarmed by the socialist/communist trends in my own country is that I visited such countries in my youth.

My first look at communism was at Checkpoint Charlie in West Berlin in 1984. There, you crossed into East Berlin (the communist side) through a barbed wire, land-mined, machine gun-guarded, no-man’s land.

The bite wound — on her hand — appeared serious enough to require an antiseptic. But where could they find that, late at night, in Havana?

People had died trying to cross it.

Once inside East Berlin, you immediately saw why. The city was lifeless, poor, and depressing. The people were ugly and not safe to interact with. The general misery was suffocating. It was a huge relief to get back to