I was living in Czechoslovakia in 1992. Strange to be part of o country that was splitting up. Most people did not want the split, yet it seemed so unstoppable. And yet, in the end, it all seemed to work out OK--for both sides.

You might be interested in what I learned about communism:

https://medium.com/politically-speaking/my-experience-with-communism-a27c3c2faa5

Admittedly, I had not heard of Kundera before. Somewhat familiar with Havel. Literature was not a strong interest at that time of my life. A little more now, but . . . . .

Scenes of Charles Bridge and Hradcany. Almost like living in a fairy tale.