Just Don't Turn Around (Chapter 5, page 1 of 120)


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Chapter 5

The New Year of 1985 started and the kids went back to school. Every morning Nora and I listened very carefully when the loudspeakers in the hallway started: "Achtung…"

We again waited breathlessly to hear if they would say our last name, no matter what the pronunciation they used. During the last half a year, we got used to different pronunciation variants of our name and most of them were not correct. This time our name coming out of the loudspeakers would mean we would travel over "the big lake." Three weeks after the New Year, we finally heard it, among the others: "Bilek" sounded throughout the deserted hallway and the two of us happily ran into the camp office. We learned that on January 31, we were going for an orientation to a camp in Maria Schutz and we were flying to the USA on February 21.. They informed us they would take care of our transportation and we just had to get ready for it and all the information about our travel to the USA would be shared with us during our stay in Maria Schutz. All of a sudden all the uncertainty we had disappeared; at that moment, we knew more about our future fate than at anytime during the last two years. We were extremely happy that we were going to the USA and I was also awfully delighted that my plan came out just the way I had wanted. This was the plan, which was born inside of me in a fragment of a second, when before the party meeting, Prazec splattered me with saliva, right after he machinated my position of technical sales representative for ICI Company. I spared him my fist into his jaw and began preparing for my family a new, free life. I was so confident with it that I did not have a plan B in case this one failed. Now I would never need it, the US had already welcomed us with open arms… The office also gave us a few copied pages with detailed information about how and when to prepare for the trip; when they would drive us away from the camp; how to turn in our key to the room; and to let the school know our children would not be coming there anymore, etc…We still had a week left in the camp and we could easily handle everything. We got back to our room and smilingly I said: "…and at poplars by the rocks, a green hobbit applauds …"

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