I lived the first 7 years of my life in Romania in a communist-built apartment building that was under the administration of the power plant my parents worked at. My memories of it are straight out of a post-apocalyptic movie. A dozen apartment buildings at the edge of a village, beyond them nothing but a large field, and far in the background the power plant, spewing out black smoke. This was in 1994 though, so I reckon I didn’t get to see the worst of it. We actually had a one-bedroom apartment to ourselves, the four of us.