Dear Tenar72 ! (is it a year you were born in? it certainly is mine… 🙂
I am something like shocked at the moment. I linked to your blog via the comment you left on my blog. So first, let me thank you! I love to create and most of the time I love my work, but after such feedbacks like yours I feel “approved”, if it is an appropriate word.
Secondly, I am stunned because you have just opened so many memories with this post. Because I remember all of what you mentioned in the first paragraph AND though I was never interested in politics now I realize we had to follow it even as children since at that time Czechoslovak Socialist Republic was such a political state. Just today in the morning we were talking with my husband how at every school was a special room (almost all in red) called The Revolution Traditions Room. It was full of pictures and information about people and events related to The Communistic Party. Couple of times in a school year every class went to see all of this and listen the right explenations.
October used to be a month of Friendship with USSR, which ment that we had to learn a poem in Russian (the obligatory language since Primary 5), watch couple of Russian movies usually from a War time, find a pen friend from Russia, learn Russian songs…
I remember Chernobyl, I was sunbathing!!! during those days and both Radio and TV were telling us lies, how everything was under control and good winds had blown all the danger far away from above our country.
I remember how we used to stand for hours along the streets, with our country´s flags, waiting for people from the top of The Party driven in expensive cars who came to visit our town.
And later learning about Lenin and Marx and Engels and how only working class creates value in the economy…
And asking permission from the headteacher before travelling to the West with my parents, because without his approval + my parent´s boss approval we could go nowhere. And the anxiety at the Austrian borders “will they really let us go or will they not?”. And my dad´s words once we left all the soldiers and custom officers behind our backs:”Now, children, open your eyes wide!” And, all of the sudden, all the colours, the billboards, adverts!
But I also remember seeing homeless people and beggers for the first time in my life when being abroad, I couldn´t understand it at all, I just felt so sorry for them!!!
And then the days of Velvet Revolution, beginnings of democracy, first hopes and later disappoitments.
I was just thinking the other day how many of us are stitching through our past and how past events are like disolvable stitches…integrated in our bodies and minds.