Čelakovice, 1992 A Glimpse into Life in Communist Czechoslovakia
When the steaming soup arrived at the table, I impulsively seized the shallow bowl with both hands, cupped it to my lips and gulped it down. Moments later I was appalled at what I had done. It was the action of a starving man and I was merely chilled to the bone from hours of walking the frozen streets of Prague. It was March 1992. … Continue reading Čelakovice, 1992 A Glimpse into Life in Communist Czechoslovakia