How my Grandfather got fucked in the Soviet Union

 Keep in mind, we are talking about the Soviet Union, which was about to collapse in the 88-90's while I was born on 82 so I couldn't have direct link to the information, but had to use my spiritual and psychic link to my family and other cold reading and profiling skills, for: "You don't talk about fight club!" 

So anyway, This Grndfather of mine was a Staunch Atheist, while being of Lutheran baptistry, because your parents just dunk you in like a donut and job well done. Then you're lucky with History and Family you also get the Spiritual part, but because he got to be that Ingenious Architect in the family, he just had no luck. His wife was also lutheran, but never dared to go to church, out of fear, what her husband might do in a fowl mood -- change the locks or burn down the house. Because of that Faith was not a topic to beheld at our kitchen table; surprisingly enough, my Grandfsather also hated the Communists, because he being so gifted, never learned how to bow down. He inherited the worst traits or Native Pride, what an Estonian could possibly have. And because he was the Big Stack Bully on the Playing Ground, nobody wanted to play with him, and his worthy schemes and plans got thwarted by "Sorry, not enough funds." ; "Sorry, the workers done goofed, the angle of the street got wrong, I hope it''s ok." "Sorry  we are currently looking for some other visions for the city..." I think on this day, some times, the higher ups purposefully fucked with my Grandfathers brains, to hammer the nail in, but he just wouldn't take the message and L. How do you tell a stampeding Rhino, to turn left or right, if it wants to charge ahead? And since my Grandfather wasn't very politically useful to build Communism with his skills, he got alot of reasons to be mad, and sharpen his tooth at the dinner table. Because somehow it was the families fault, that the drains didn't work properly, due to the angles of the streets being wrong or the hrustchovkas being notoriosly badly made, because some people skimmed at the resource and money department, before even got the chance to see the projects, or just nudged the inspector and brigadir on the construction site, so sometimes the walls therent as thick or with the right insulation as they there supposed to be. To make the irony more clear, even the appartment, he got for his splendid work, the entrance frame IS the Supporting beam of the fifth floor section and our ceiling tile. So if we would like to replace it -- Thank God, its not Rotten, and its stable -- we would need to invest alot of money in supporting that, before we could have a new doorframe!! The ingeniouty of stealing the real materials, what ought to be there and replace it with bullshit, but in a way, it still somehow works. That was Communism in Estonia!! I am glad, he's dead, because if hed be still alive, he had a lot to say about the political climate and how fucked up this "Free and Democratic Estonia" is. He's also the reason why I began to take interest in the Communist views and Christian Religion. It was too easy to spite and tease my Grandfather... altough I miss him and putting aside our grievances and differing ways of life, he could teach me this and that. He would probably have been an antivaxxer and masker X^D If Corona Chan would be walking towards him, I'm shure as Hell, without one single doupt in my mind, that the desease would have contracted his grumpy mood and budged and not the other way around. You just had to know him, in order to love him. ^^ UWU But you cannot survive without friends and connections, and though he did have the skills and some good friends, because he was so grumpy and didn't bow down to the Party nor authority, it kinda made it hard to climb the ladder, even as skilled as he was as an ingenious architect, who had devised half of our Town of Tartu. Had he played ball, he would have gotten the other half as well, and perhaps better funding and oversight. 

When Estonia became free, the first fuckery was wages, because the currency changed; the second was alcohol and tobacco and the third was, that he had to go to pension, because nobody wanted his business!! I never liked those relatives, who still gifted him expencive Liquoirs, because he didn't  need to get drunk, while nocking on my father being a drunkard wuss. But if you can suffer moore alcohol before you tilt and have moore money to afford this vice... My mother and Grandmother always tried to hide those Birthday botles and use it up for cooking and baking so he could not guzzle em down, while depressed and then have his usual rant how we managed to collapse Communism itself, because the children didn't behave and the mother daughther there a bad bunch and should have been happy to be so well off! And this was the Man, who hated Communism and the Party and Christianity, for being so awesome!! :$ 

In a way, it was like confining a Gorilla, who had lived his entire life in the wilderness as the head honcho, into the Zoo for the Pension. In the end he destroyed himself with cheep cigaretters and booze, becoming something, he would have despized in my father... Try to imagine it. That's what you get if you're the Goat, but cannot negotiate anything with your peoples skills. His funeral was really sad. I never seen such a light funeral of his office before in my life. It appeared, as though he didn't possess any family, because even some people in the family didn't bother to show up, not to mention, nobody from the office, while always receiving the gifts from him. 

Everybody took a dump on his chest, like the proverbial cat, who got beaten too much or even once as a youngling and now pays back at his masters deathbed...  The Lone Wolf starves from Cold in the Harsh Winter, as they say... :(( That's how I learned, how to distinguish genuine wholesome people from snitches and opportunists, how they fared at the old Tyrants funeral and if they even bothered with due diligence as culture demanded... Have a nice day, starting with morbid Estonian humour <3 UWU