I am writing this article in the sixth week of the cultural revolution of Czechoslovakia. The country is lighter, freer, and happier than during any of the last forty years. The spoiled air has a new fragrance. The city of Prague looks like a beautiful, happy woman. There are more people on the streets during an hour than in the entire year before the revolution. The gray color of these people has become brighter, more colorful; indifferent, sad faces are smiling.
People, condemned to tyranny for forty years, feel free. People who were numb while walking the pavements, are talking to each other. The young, the old, everybody. People, atomized into the deepest privacy for years, have come out of themselves and are again a community, feeling the wonderful solidarity of freedom and shared victory. Almost.
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