[Perspectives] The eleventh commandment

My earliest memories all take place at my grandmother's house. On the nights when I had sleepovers at her apartment, I would get to indulge in my favourite activity. Armed with a frozen aluminium can, I would follow my grandmother down to a tiny Soviet candy shop called Penguin where ice cream came in one flavour and was served in 100g scoops, containers not included. It felt like a clandestine indulgence reserved just for us.