Visit to the Communist Museum - Prague
Love the easy to find directions. For those of you inside Sheena's inner sanctum about to receive postcards very similar to this blog post please stop reading right now. I mean it.
I think I'll use this one at work next week.
Communism is gay.
Do not get me started on the hair raising creepy crawly parallels this exhibit inspires when thinking about post 2001 USA. The debate has not been Communism v. Capitalism for decades. It is all about new forms of totalitarianism. And new motivations to destroy free speech. Think about it you fuck heads.
Chunk O'Da Wall. Funny that the soundtrack to Pink Floyd was the main stay during dinner in probably the only authentic place I ate in all week. Separate post to follow.
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I'm wondering. If interrogation is spelt wrong it's not really interrogation?
Perhaps we'll see some people using the word 'tortue' now. ;)
I think your mother's postmaster will be impressed.
That photo actually reminds me of the hospital I was in (in Budapest) when I had my children.
the photo of the interrogation room, that is.
Children can be quite inquisitive, too, ironically.
thanks fer the memories postcard. as soon as I saw it I was thinkin of this song
Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd
People people
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take it into town
Happy happy
Put it in the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Everyone around love them, love them
Put it in your hands
Take it take it
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Put it in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
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