ABSTRACT
If this were an autobiography to be written for the eyes of a bureaucrat sitting in the personnel department of a state-owned socialist company, and if I wanted to tell the truth in this case, I would begin by mentioning that I was born into a petty-bourgeoisie, middle-class family. My grandparents from my father's side of the family were running a shop, and died in World War II. I did not know them. My mother's father was in a managerial position in a large private company, and was dismissed when the company was nationalized after 1949. For the rest of his working life, he worked as an unskilled laborer in a state butchery.
