Shock therapy cost people their lives, not just rubles. Here in our village, it meant my father's tractor sitting idle while imported seeds cost a fortune—we ate what we grew, or we did not eat. The obvious answer is economic theory, but my life says it was the theft of all certainty; a man can barter eggs for medicine only so long before the clinic closes for good.
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