Flying home for Christmas ... eventually : 1995 : Sheremetyevo Airport, Moscow

"Ground staff have told me our plane is four inches too close to the gate," the pilot announced in a tone midway between bewilderment and exasperation. "I have had to order a tow truck which will attach to the aircraft to pull it backwards, so I apologise that it will be some time before we can all disembark."
'Some time' turned out to be more than an hour, during which all us passengers could do was wriggle in our seats and wait it out. The British Airways flight from London had passed uneventfully until then. However, once in airspace beyond the former Berlin Wall, absolutely anything could happen ... and often did. Foreigners' time and money proved irresistible commodities dangling like low fruit on a tree labelled 'FLEECE ME' that offered easy pickings for 'communist' opportunists who post-Glasnost had metamorphosed into 'biznessmen'.