February 26, 2014 by genelup
The train chugged through Yugoslavia and there were some communist soldiers on it. This was in 1968 during the Cold War.
I met Sophia, a Greek girl, on the train. She introduced me to couple of her friends. We all started talking to a few Yugoslavia communist soldiers. They were friendly, although their comrades — damn Russian soldiers — had just invaded Czechoslovakia a few days earlier. This was my parents’ homeland and I got caught as a tourist in the invasion. The American Embassy got us tourists out.
These Yugoslavia communist soldiers were wearing a Red Star with Hammer and Sickle emblem on their caps. I asked one of the soldiers if he would sell me the metal emblem for $1– an American dollar.
He said, “No;” he would get in trouble if he didn’t have the emblem on his cap. I pulled out a U.S. dollar bill and waved it in front of him. He looked right…and left… and then he took off his cap, removed the emblem and gave it to me for a dollar bill.
That cap insignia was just like the ones the Russian troops in Prague wore when they invaded Czechoslovakia a few days ago. — (From my book, “My Life Shattered then it got worse, until…”)