It is the spring of 1968 (yes I am that old!). It is a time that is referred to as Prague Spring, because our country — Czechoslovakia — was freeing up. Was breaking free of the shackles of the Soviet Union and us ordinary people were allowed to go on holiday to a “western” country as a family.
My parents decided that we would go to Italy, to Lido di Jesolo near Venice. My dad and older brother and sister would take the car and go a bit earlier, driving through Germany and France to Italy. My mother (who had to work longer) and I would join them by train in Italy a week or so later.
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