I was 29 in 1989, and my world was very small. I probably heard about Romania on the news, but I was too concerned about my own issues - why didn't I have a boyfriend, was I smart enough for my job, where would I go dancing tonight? - to worry about people in another country. Reading these few chapters has me thinking about World War II Germany, Russia, Germany, and it has me thinking about an unknown future world. It is scary, and I am scared. The more I read, the more selfish,and self-centered I think that I must be, and I thank God that I am an American and that my worries are small compared to others in different countries. I want to read more, and hope that this book has a happy ending (of sorts.)