Way way back in the 1980's my family lived in the land down under, Australia, and loved it. So, when my parents told us their plan to move back to Czechoslovakia we were very much against the idea. We were too accustomed to the marvels of modern life, such as rich chocolatey cereal, Saturday morning cartoons, and Star Wars action figures. All of which we later came to find were non-existant in the dark commie depths of Czechoslovakia.
It was during one of our daily "We don't want to go to Czechoslovakia!" tantrums, when my mum burst out with "In Czechoslovakia kids ride to School in Helicopters!"
My brother and I stopped. We looked at eachother...and YAY!
In a blink of an eye ,our minds were made up. Czechoslovakia, you radical land of helicopters, oh how we love you!
Of course upon arrival, we soon found out our mum had lied to us about the entire thing.
There were no helicopters to wizz happy students off to school. Only smelly old buses and trams filled with fat old ladies. :(© Martin Corba 2007