Red

I love red.

Growing up in communist socialist country red was big, important and everywhere. You loved red no matter what.

In our first year of school we all became “pionirs” by solemn promise that we will study and work hard, respect our parents and teachers, be loyal and sincere friends, respect partisans and all the people that want freedom and peace, love our country and all of its nations and build new life full of happiness and joy.

Few years later not many remembered those words.

But what most of us still remember was a great meal that day: wiener, mustard and breadroll, sweet raspberry juice and “ježek” cake.

I can’t help it, I still love red.

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One comment

  1. We are all for RED! :D