In addition, it was expensive. I remember that my first pair of blue jeans was exactly half of my monthly salary as a young professional. I went to a minuscule apartment where Sara, a Columbian medicine student stacked tens and tens of such valuable pieces of cloth. I tried them on in the small bathroom and I left the building looking behind my shoulder and fearing that the Secret Police, the gruesome Securitate was after me. At the same time I had an incredible feeling of victory.
It may be not an exaggeration to say that the 1989 revolution was made by that young generation wearing blue jeans.