"Then it was 1968, everything looked great, censorship and all just cool. And even my friend set up a seasonal job of picking strawberries in England. So, I arrived in England, I was there, I left on August 7 and my mother told me, 'If something happens with the Russians, do not come back.' I said, "With the Russians, right? What could possibly happen? They're in Russia, we're here." It was the night of August 20th, I was returning, I arrived in London from the brigade and on the twenty-first I was to take a train to Bohemia, so I came to London on the twentieth, of course I had nowhere to sleep there was a train, so I was walking there at night, and in the morning, when there was light, I saw the newspaper sellers opening... and so it was written: 'Prague, Bohemia, tanks' and there were photos. I said, 'No, it cannot be true.' And I don't know. And there was the occupation and the invasion and the headlines. And I said, 'No, no, no, I'm going home and I'll tell my mom I didn't know anything.' Suddenly it was clear to me, because she told me what to do and I didn't want to, I wanted to go home. I got on that train, I met a girl there, we went through the whole train and we were the only ones. Two Czechs taking that very train, and she told me that the border with Germany was closed and we would reach the German border, and that we would wait there for two or three days or we didn't know how long before we could continue. But that the Germans are kind, that they would feed us, that I don't have to be afraid, so I said, 'No, no, no, I really do not want to stay in Germany; We were very anti-German, at the end of the war propaganda, Germany was really bad for us. So I got out, so did she, and I came back and stayed in England for a year more."