My elementary school afternoon class teacher (who was a real ex-proletarian) told that in the chaos before and after the final days of WWII, she had to buy new clothes, and on the black market in some village, some cheap cloth was peddled to her.

She bought it, went into some house, changed into the new clothes from her rags. Soon after, she felt her skin burn. She walked for a few minutes, but the skin burning would only get worse. Then she examined her clothes more closely: they were made of nettle...

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}