I remember, how it all started. My parents would drive to Yugoslavia to buy goods for resale on post-soviet territory, where everything was in demand. I remember the first time they brought plastic bags. I remember collecting plastic bags with different designs. I remember having to wash them and hang them to air dry, and how upset my grandma got, when one would get ruined. Up to now under my sink  I still have a plastic bag with other plastic bags to be reused.  It took less than 10 years for the world to change and get poisoned by this madness. 

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