Just Don't Turn Around (Chapter 3, page 1 of 61)


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Chapter 3

It was Monday, July 23, 1984, early morning, and I did not know why but I tried to leave before people who lived in the apartments around us would be going to work. Maybe it was because I did not want to bump into people like Sobotka, Klubesova or Cervenohlava from the fifth floor, ever again. Not only them, but all the others living on the same floor who were employed at the same company as I and were all Communists.

I parked the car next to the main entrance, so I did not have to carry the entire luggage across the street to the parking lot. However, by the time I had carried all the luggage down and put it in the trunk, I met all those people I was trying to avoid. When everything was in the car, I went up to the apartment and double-checked if we were missing anything. Nora and the kids were ready to go on our big trip. Nora held her purse, the kids the backpack with toys and I took a bag with our passports and other documents. Nora and I looked at each other: "So, do we have everything?" I asked.

"Do you have all the documents?" Nora asked.

"Here they are," I said and lifted the bag with them in front of me.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked.

To Prague, for a few days," I said only about part of our journey.

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