I've told this story before, but...what the h3ll...
Some years ago, during peristroica or whatever (the opening up of Russia, before it collapsed), my Mom (a nurse) was invited to join a group of US nurses on a tour of CCCP hospitals. So, short version, they were in Kiev on May Day watching the parade. My Dad (spouses were also invited) was standing on a street corner taking pictures of the parade with his Vivitar SLR. A native aproached and pointing at the camera asked, "Americanski?" [you'll have to excuse my poor Russian]
"Ah. No," says Dad, turning the camera over to show the manufacturer's sticker. "Japan."
"Ah," says the Russian, turning his camera over. "Romania."
Dad turned out the collar of his shirt to show that tag. "Tiawan."
The Russian followed suit. "Ugoslavia."
The two of them went through everything each had on their persons (except maybe underware) and neither one had anything made in their own country.
It was at that point, my Dad contends, that he realized he didn't have to worry about Russia anymore. They were just as fawked up as we are. In the end, Dad's premonition was right. Look what happened to them. We're not far behind.