I remember that around 2000, when we were schoolchildren, we were taken from Eastern Europe to the UK to see “the West,” after communist revolution, to London, for four days. We all went crazy, including the teachers, buying anything English in London—especially mugs with the British royal family on them—thinking how we would show everyone and bring it back to our families. 🤨 It makes you think. I might have brought my mother a ceramic clay statue shaped like Andrew and probably presented it to her like a gigantic victory. While he probably had a 8 year old girl tied up in his ceiling. 🙁