Dieseldamned

Left.

Literally.

Somewhere, you feel like the spirit of COMMUNISM has infused your soul. Yellow stars. Sickles. Hammers. And totalitarianism UNITY.

All that remains is to select a cardinal direction and a flavour.

NORTH: To the north, you feel a chill breeze and thoughts of tundra, bears and babushkas.

SOUTH: The south feels... not that much different, honestly! Warmer perhaps - and with fresh fields rather than barren wastes, but perhaps not as far from the north as one might think.

EAST: The smell of flames rises. You feel poorer, yet empowered by what you can only describe as a dragon-like spirit. And a wall.

WEST: Is that frankfurts? Or Borscht? Maybe pączki? It's a little hard to tell. There's a lot going on in this direction. Maybe even another wall, but a different kind. More of a curtain, maybe.