Deadly "iron curtain" divided the
East and West for decades of cold war
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ITALY
the crazy way - First glimpse of the “West”.
Some cracks started developing in the
commie pressure cooker and the rulers reluctantly allowed its citizens at least
some limited travel – to other alike “friendly” countries. Among those was then
former Yugoslavia. It
even had a sea that that we landlubbers had no way of knowing. Through some
manipulations a friend and I thus obtained special permits to visit Yugoslavia
for a couple of weeks as noted on a piece of paper that was blank at its back.
That appearance awoke a bold idea of placing there a special Italian transit
visa. Obtained through a friendly assistance of my friend’s girlfriend working
at their consulate. The Italians had never seen such a travel document and did
not really care where they placed the big transit-visa stamp. Swoosh and bang -
there we were good for a 5-day transit through Italy. And we would only see
later how or if that would work on the border. We packed a tiny Fiat-600 car borrowed from my friend's parents up to its roof
and off we went -
The first and thorough border check, of
course, came upon leaving Czechoslovakia. The customs officers paid more
attention to the stacks of camping gear and food cans that tried to roll out
when they opened the car’s door. That obviously detracted them from checking
the funny stamp on the back of a rarely seen travel document. It was all in
Italian anyway. They could not understand it and did not care all that much.
That’s exactly what we were hoping for and all of a sudden we were in Hungary. Then, for change, we
could not understand a word of the Tartarian language around
us and anxiously headed right through to the Yugoslavian border.
Yes, they had seen some Czechs with funny
travel papers before and waved us through. Yugoslavia was a bit more “western
and easier” at that time and we just made a beeline for the Italian border. The
“proof of the pudding” would be when we are on the other side of it. A big
highway sign “Trieste” only
whetted our appetite. We were surprised when the Yugoslavian border patrol
fussed over our simplistic travel documents. Somehow, we managed to convince
them that it was in place of a Czechoslovakian passport, according to a recent
binational agreement. Seeing the Italian visa on the reverse side of this piece
of paper calm them down and with our breath held we approached their Italian
counterparts. The Italian visa was all that interested them and it worked its
magic. So all of a sudden, we were in Italy - wow ! We were at the West side of
the iron curtain..
Bright colors and advertizing billboards
everywhere, business buzz, flashy things and cheap gasoline – and over there,
across Trieste, in the distance, we saw the sea. First time in my life, I saw
the Black See in soviet Georgia 3 years before when I was 22. It was all like a dream. We breathed the
freedom and could see the difference.
“Una
Coca-Cola grande, formato fimiliare, prego” was the extent of our Italian
and we used it right away – and many times after that as we endulged that worldly
drink that was unavailable at home. We had very little money but, as we were
well trained in camping, all we needed was in the car. Essential potful of
cooked lentils was always sitting strategically beside the driver’s seat. We
had to keep going like madmen on the loose to see as much as we could in those
precious 5 days using the winding side roads since we could not afford toll
highways. Our immediate and foremost target was closeby - Venice.
Day and night we wondered the winding narrow streets there and marveled at the ancient watery charm of the gondola city. Nothing was straight there, houses leaning this way and that. We people build right-angle cubical dwellings and cities everywhere – only to spend fortunes travelling to Venice to enjoy its warmth of canals and colorful leaning buildings sitting in water. Amazing -
We crisscrossed north-eastern Italy. I
don’t remember where, how or even IF we slept. Treviso, Padua, Vicenza, Verona – and yes, we romantics
had to see the Julia’s
Balcony and it was indeed there. Bologna, Florence, Ravenna, Rimini, and the ancient
republic of San Marino –
I vividly recall my conclusion in Florence
as we just wandered around – it is so full of magical art and beauty to behold
that – Florence, absolutely deserves its own visit, in peace and contemplation.
I did a bit of it returning many years later -
Driving somewhere in the hills of Tuscany, lost
with my friend and the pot of lentils between us, we enjoyed some sporty
driving on the scenic, winding, up-and-down roads. My friend was an ardent
auto-rally driver. Naturally, he could not stand another little Fiat trailing
right behind us, the car of the same type. Tires started screeching in every
one of the thousand turns - with the trailing Fiat following right behind us
all the time – bloody shame, we could not shake him. In the heat of the
impromptu rally, all of a sudden, our car engine concked out. Dead. As we were
sidelined to an abrupt halt, the shadowy Fiat zipped by, its driver with a wide
grin giving us his thumb up in delight of this driving duel.
The explanation was obvious as we saw that car’s tail, half open with a big sign of Abarth. These were special Fiats with an oversize racing engine. That explained the driving skills.
The friend of mine sent back a postcard with a drawing of an eye and a terse comment “This is how I am gaping. John.” By coincidence, it went to my future wife – who later confessed that she could not recall who that John was.
All in all, these were totally frantic 5 days – and they gave us a good flavor of the West. We just confirmed what we always felt – that bloody West was so much ahead, free and better in everything. To elaborate on that would require at least a separate book. We were so overfilled with things to ruminate on when we crossed the border back into the socialistic paradise.
Rocky shores of Slovenia, Looking West - forever - |
Actually, this whirlwind trip just re-directed our lives. Eventually, my friend has been living in the USA and I have resided in Canada.
Now in retrospect, some 45 years later, we
realize how utterly naïve, isolated and brainwashed we were at home. We did
what we could though, we are not there anymore – and it does not even exist the
silly and cruel way it was. In our absence, the “communist heaven” just evaporated.
Keep it that way –
- and if you insisted on that lentil stew like we did, here is one of brief recipes:
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