Have been reading/watching the accounts of former Czech president
Vaclav Havel's funeral in Prague.
It takes me back to the heady days of 1989, which as a teenager who'd grown up with the Cold War, with Polish Solidarity stickers on school folders and bags, were so incredibly exciting...
... and it's odd to reflect that for those even five or ten
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- Erulisse (one L)
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I was living in Madrid as an au pair that November/December; several of the other girls in my language classes were German, one from West Berlin, and they came in to class every day overcome with excitement, having spent most of the evening on the phone to their parents or glued to the TV news. Incredible days.
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I remember the Prague Spring; watching black and white footage of tanks rolling into Prague - on my sister's 8th birthday. Being old enough to wonder if this might escalate... would we be having a party for her 9th?
It was fascinating to see the Czechs (and Slovaks) gain their freedom in the Velvet Revolution in the end - times had changed.
And Michael Wood - so droolworthy - in East Berlin. My daughter studied the rise and fall of the Berlin Wall in history... has walked easily in the places that Michael Wood had such limited access to.
Times really have changed.
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Oh, and he is Northern, too - Manchester lad!
(The reviews at the time are right about those jeans, though. Good grief.)
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