What I worried about at passport control was the computer I was bringing so that a refusenik group in Moscow could use it to keep their records. In 1988, I didn’t even know how to turn on a computer. What if the border guards asked me to demonstrate how it worked?
None did, as it turned out. They ignored it and instead insisted on reading my file of clippings on refuseniks. One guard actually summoned a friend to show him an article. After a half-hour delay, they gave back the clippings and waved me through.
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