Sofia wrote:Thank you for understanding, nimh!
I'm sort of a nut for freedom. Years ago, I stood in front of the TV, with tears streaming down my face, yelling support for the student, who stood in front of the tank in Tianneman Square. My kids got a lesson in freedom that day they've still not forgotten. (Boy, was I pissed about continued Favored Nation Status.)
I know exactly how you feel, Sofia ... <smiles>
Back in 89, I was doing my exam year in high school. Then things started happening. Poland, Hungary cutting open the barbed wire. We'd been in Poland and in Prague in '86, in Budapest in '88, we'd heard Poles cursing Jaruzelski, seen the obligatory banners on the Vltava-shore boulevards ... My mum said, we have to go! We have to see! But I had exams - she said, when the Wall falls, we go - but I had exams, so we just watched TV and read the papers - then at Christmas time we were in Prague, the day before Havel was voted president by the still-communist parliament. All the streets, underground stations, windows were still plastered with posters, slogans, messages. "Freedom", but also "don't react to violence - don't be used by provocators". Slogans full of wit, irony, nuance, too: I remember "Welcome to Prague, Godot" - photographed it, and four years later saw the same photo in a book. Random Czechs came up to us to explain - I was never able to get a job, because of my religious conviction - I was barred from living in Prague. TV sets had been hung up on the streetcorners and showed footage from the november demonstrations, non-stop. I can still hear the chant: Vac-lav Ha-vel! Vac-lav Ha-vel! Obscanske Forum was handing out a first proposed 10-point programme, and Christmas posters. It was exhilerating, and so full of optimism. The year after I started studying Eastern Europe Studies ...