The end of the NASA space shuttle program, for me, punctuated the real end of the 1980s. Then I started teaching my first course in Main 211. A few days before the semester began, I dropped in to check out the room dynamics and instantly felt the illusion of the end of the 80s dissolve. Attached to the wall was an Anti-Soviet student project that felt like something we might have been asked to produce before the Berlin Wall fell and we were all singing that Scorpions song.
But I asked a Russian professor, and this was made last year. It speaks to me with strange whispers co-mingled with loud shouts.