While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
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