Sometimes I'm happy that was born in yugoslavia, so out of all the communist countries, we had it best... there were shortages of course, long wait times for a yugo... but for us, kids, a trip once or twice a year to italy to buy jeans was a total treat... then we muddied them up, wore them over the pants we came with (or came with old pants, and threw them away), and hoped the customs won't notice or care to complicate stuff and charge import fees.