Why, when we look at a starry sky, does this pattern seem to us like a trace from the Braille ticket-stamping machine on a ticket? Maybe because an ordinary railwayman can become a guide to the stars? Of course, if in your hands you have Aksenov’s “Star Ticket,” which tells us about the romantics of the sixties—funny, talented, unbelievably free. They dreamed of freedom, they believed themselves to be free, and so they were—free in the least free world imaginable. The final exams are over, and four school friends decide to escape adult supervision and go to Tallinn, which for every young person of the sixties symbolized the West with its freedoms. Nothing can change their “irresponsible” decision…