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the official data was there. The verdict was abolished entirely
            by  the  next  amnesty.  But  what  became  the  prevailing  joke  is
            that when we had the accident, a woman ran out of the house to
            which that fence belonged, and shouted: “Oh. My tomatoes!”
                   The verdict had one side-effect though: my application
            to yet another English trip in 1969 was refused. I was thirsty for
            England.  In  my  previous  journeys  I  experienced  and  learnt
            things that reformed my way of thinking: I realized the gloomy
            direction where the world headed. Capitalism might be bad, but
            a  totalitarian  communist  dictatorship  that  does  not  respect
            nations kills the soul. I liked the society in England, I liked that
            people are respectful and patient towards each other, I liked that
            they are well off. Of course, I had some conflicts there as well,
            for  instance  in  Soho,  but  you  could  always  feel  yourself  in
            safety, you feel that they want  to please you that they do not
            want  to  subdue  you  while  defending  their  own  value  system.
            The English were a conscious nation throughout history; back
            when Sigismund of Luxembourg visited the country, they made
            him bend the knee and swear that he did not come to buy lands
            in England. The only thing they cared about was your person,
            who you were, what you wanted, because they knew that there
            was  a  high  chance  of  you  disappearing  after  leaving  the
            country’s  boundaries.  They  were  not  going  to  stop  you  just
            because they  could. They were not going to check your ID. I
            was eager to see London again, that London which then was not
            yet overcome by tourists and by migrants. I was drawn there by
            the promise of free museums: the Tate Gallery, the Victoria and
            Albert Museum, the British Museum, and because I was young,
            Venus by Velázquez Rokeby, the Nude in the National Gallery,
            which was the perfect painting in my eyes. I always watched it
            with awe, despite knowing that you would not be able to see the
            lady’s face from that angle in which she held her mirror – in
            other words, the painter cheated.






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