Nylons for caviar

17th May 2011

This is the story of how my mother traded nylons, jeans and lipstick for Beluga caviar.

It all began in the late 1970’s. My mother was a flight attendant for Swissair and had just turned 21, when she was asked by her boss whether she wanted to fly to Moscow. She was thrilled by the prospect of going to...
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