The Angry Babushka
Trip Start Sep 09, 2013
24Trip End Dec 16, 2013
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Koutouloufari Village Holiday Club Hersonissos
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
OK, OK. The world isn't really all about hockey.... well, except during the playoffs....
The Czech Republic is still a young country - which in a way is ironic when one looks around a sees so much history - with less than twenty years since the modern state was formed
The Communist Museum in Prague is amateur-ish, but fascinating. The icon for the museum is 'The Angry Babushka,' which as a symbol represents the stern and domineering 'mother Russia' of the Soviet era. Communist era posters and textbooks are explained and on display, and there are some moving videos from 1968 (the Prague Spring) and 1989 (the Velvet Revolution), which were actually taken from communist secret police files when they interviewed people that they had arrested during demonstrations.
A subtle form of protest occurred during the communist era, called "trekking." Trekkers refused to participate in collective farms and industries, those pillars of the soviet economy and communism. They basically bummed around in the woods and the hills of Bohemia and Moravia wearing - believe it or not - cowboy hats. Trekkers listened, intentionally, to country music. Not rock music, not even folk music, but country music! For them, cowboy hats and music typified the American spirit of freedom (West Bohemia had been liberated by the US Army after WWII, not the Red Army which liberated Prague) but could not really be considered subversive by the communist regime. I have to say... I will never listen to Hank Williams the same way again!
I don't believe that John Lennon ever set out to become an icon, in fact if he were alive today the idea would most likely repel him
The most profound exhibits of the communist era are found at The National Monument at Vitkov. We came across this museum by accident, it is well off the tourist path but just so happened to be in a park right behind our rented apartment in Prague. The Republic reclaimed this building after the communists had turned what had originally been a war memorial into a bizarre temple to honour their own party stalwarts - including the embalmed remains of Klement Gottwald, the first communist president and a Stalinist puppet (his remains have since been cremated and buried elsewhere). Even more creepy was the interrogation room in the basement, used by the communist secret poilce and the labyrinth of equipment they used to tap the phone calls of anyone in the city
Most Czechs are happy to have moved on from communism. A giant metronome now overlooks the city where a statue of Stalin once stood, signifying the 'time lost' during the 50 years from 1938 and Nazi occupation, followed immediately by Soviet domination, until 1989 and the emergence of the modern Czech state. Communist era architecture is derisively referred to as "brutalism," as it stands in stark contrast to the prevalent beauty of the medieval and romantic architecture in Prague. However, some Czechs say that the communist era was not all that bad. In the communist state, everyone had a home, food and employment. Certainly the abundance, of strip clubs, blatant prostitution, casinos and homeless beggars combined with the materialistic indulgences of high end, name brand glitz - which is the modern Prague - gives one pause to think about the future of a free and unfettered Global Village.
But these are weighty subjects and I looked for something more mundane to contemplate on our last day in Prague. Looking out the window of our apartment, I noticed a Czech fellow who lurched out of his building, towards his car, hockey stick in hand and equipment bag slung over his shoulder. He was not so svelt, and balding, like me. I knew for sure he was going to hit the ice with his buddies in a beer league or perhaps drop-in, sticks in the middle. Yes, I thought to myself, I know where he is going. Life is about hockey, after all.
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