by Jerry Ratch
So, I escaped from the Iron Curtain out of Czechoslovakia, as was called then. That was in 1956 I escaped, and came to Chicago where all of you were for some time already. I know our grandparents came over in early part of century, but my part of family for some reason hung on to our homeland until was overrun, first by Nazis, then Russians, and became no longer our home, just Russians took over everything, now own everything. Or did then, in 1956, seemed crazy to stay in that country, so I ran when I got the chance to escape. Cost money to do that, and was risky, a little. Could of got my head shot off.
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a cousin, from Prague
Love the voice and historical references. Much going on between the lines here.*
*, Jerry. A really good, well-written recounting.
One can here the accent, clearly.
Somebody should have told your cousin about Chicago. *
I too like the voice.
It's a good, complicated story in a very snug little package.
The start of something big.
Or the middle, as the case may be.
Nice.
I love this first word to last.