Seven Winters after the Prague Spring of 1968
The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
I think somebody has already written that.
I did! But I was wrong about the title then. That title was supposed to
belong to the novel I'm writing right now.
- Milan Kundera
In spring of 1975, my faith and the faith of my family came under
attack. I was sitting at the kitchen table with Tato having tea...