Escaping the Screen's Deception: From Cold War Fears to Human Connections
The more we look at that screen, the more divided we are.
I can still remember 1980. Very clearly. I was 7. We lived in Omsk, Siberia. The reason it stuck to my memory is because of three things:
Olympic games in Moscow (we watched them on TV).
European World Cup (Soccer).
Siren blaring from the nearby factory again and again (as in an air raid warning).
I remember asking my grandma who lived through WW2, “What is…




