Anything close to the notion of privacy or anonymity that we expect from technology seems like an anamoly compared to say…Tsarist Russia. Or periods prior to that even. Yes the Gendarmes know you’re at the gym. Yes the Gendarmes know you ate lentil for supper. Yes the Gendarmes know you have four kids. Yes the Gendarmes read your mail. Yes the Gendarmes know all of this and guess what your neighbors do too.
I think Gendarmes is a term I picked up out of an audiobook, Stalin: Passage to Revolution. Great listen. Crisp narration. Painstaking detail. In little Georgian towns everybody knew everyone’s business (‘We don’t think that’s your real dad, Soso’) and then so did the Gendarmes in St. Petersburg.
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