Look, the story seemed like a good idea at the time.
Anita had this outfit which just said 1950's era beatnik - and somehow that morphed into a trip behind the iron curtain, a cultural exchange visit gone very wrong, and interrogation by the Red Army (possibly explaining the red rope).
In the cold light of day now I come to write the story, I don't think I can bring myself to write it straight. The whole premise is utterly loony. But damn, just look at Anita's wrinkled soles in those blue jeans, and the whole melodrama of the thing!
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