“The return to Prague then, it was by a night train and when we went through České Velenice, there was this wired border and a fat officer approached me, asking me where I was coming from, where I was, why I was there and whether I had money, Czech money. I told her that I had Czech money, and she immediately wanted to take action. But I told her, wait, I have the money quite legally, I was given them from a Bulgarian bank. She calmed down and in Prague I met my brother, so I found myself at a dorm in Strahov and there were still echoes of that post-68 life. It was a kind of free life, unlimited, there were no barriers and I met some very nice people there.”