We live in a world of daily miracles: Walk up to an automated teller machine almost anywhere in the world, insert a card, type four digits, and a small mechanism dispenses cash that you are entitled to draw against an account managed by a bank you have never visited, operating under a legal framework you have never read, denominated in a currency issued by a central authority you have never met. We are so used to such comforts that we simply regard them as background infrastructure that exists without ever really thinking about it. Personally, I consider every trip to the supermarket as a veritable miracle. No matter the time or season, I get fresh fruit and vegetables, and all of it for a comparably small fraction of my salary.
Boris Yeltsin considered a Houston Texas supermarket a veritable miracle as well; when he visited one in 1989, he knew the Soviet Union had lost the Cold War: When Boris Yeltsin went grocery shopping in Clear Lake.