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Seventeen years ago, on April 10th 1991, a plane landed in John F. Kennedy airport. That plane
had just crossed the Atlantic carrying, amongst others, passengers escaping the crumbling Soviet empire.
One of whom was me. I walked off that plane with a first ever taste of Coca-Cola in my mouth, a lame teenage mustache,
and not a clue about what to expect.
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