BIOGRAPHY 1985-1990

In September 1985 I went to third class of 1st grade of elementary school. Elementary school have two grade, first is for four years, learning basics from different fields and second grade is getting more deep in all fields and add more classes. In my time it was four years of second grade too.
From this period I remember too for me seems to be important situations. Once I went to kitchen, and on radio I hear song Holubi dum, it was I think very emotional because I sit down in middle corridor front of the doors and just listen this song. Why? I do not remember. I just know that I had at this time one hamster called Pepík (Joseph), but we buy one female and then we had a lot of hamsters, but only Pepik has been free to move around the flat because when I called him, he always came to me. But one day I went with school class on school in nature for 14 days and when I came back home all hamsters was gone. Even Pepík. My parents never told me truth what happens to them. And to satisfy me they gave me cat which I called Mourek. He died by small earthquake in west part of Czechoslovakia, he was hit by heavy frame of picture which falls from the wall.

In summer 1987 I’ve been playing with all my friends behind house and my mother was talking with her sister not far from me. But as we played and jump and hanging around I fall and I broke my right hand. Well, it hurts, but not so much. I went to my mother and said that my arm is hurting and I can’t move it. We went to medic and yes, result was broken. Doctor fixed and we went late night home. I think I am lucky because until now it is only one fracture I ever had. At same year we moved in new flat just next to historic downtown and for me it was to find new friends in neigh borough, new friends in school. Yep, little a bit difficult, but I did find the right way. Especially in new school 2nd Elementary school in Sokolov. But sometimes from some kids I was like target for laughing. Never mind.
My Mother was working in national organization Hotel & Restaurants as an accountant and father worked as a train driver in coal mines.
A lot of times I visited my mother in work, still I visit my grandma, it was just ordinary childhood with all difficulties and enjoyment. Just in memory goes up how was life in this time. Communism time in Czechoslovakia had some mark that I will never forget. It was hilarious when my father brings home video recorder JVC. All neigh boroughs come to see movies as an Alien with Sigourney Weaver. Or Rocky. And it was prohibited as well. And I think because somebody talked a lot and story goes like my father got the video recorder from uncle from West Germany where he runs illegally cross border. I think my father got fear that could hurt family and him sale the video on black market in Karlovy Vary avoid trouble with STB (state secret police). For me personally was the time when I did starting to feeling that my father liked me less than my brother and sister and just because I wasn't really his son. He always gave me responsibility for all errors and as I remember it wasn't good relationship. In mirror of the time I should say I wanted that he will give me some opportunity or take me to the car and explain how the motor engine function, but he never did. My mother more care about me, in context of my father. For me personally the lap between me and my parents every year get bigger and bigger.

Change came with November 1989,with Velvet Revolution and not only to the nation, but to our family too. I remember how I was watching reports from night 17th, November in television. The Changes come from all people on all squares across republic.

I remember day when Vaclav Havel went to Sokolov make speech and I stand with Czech Flag on fountain and scream:"freedom".

I was 12 years old and I think that help build in me my identity to nation, to freedom, to human rights, and helped to build my hate to communist regime. Maybe but truth is my grandpa from mother side died in communist prison as a political prisoner. He died before my mother turns eighth teen as I know.
It turns in new reality in every corner of city, in every aspect of our lives. That time I went first time to West Germany, my father later on open coffee shop and mother continue work as before for same company, which later did not exist anymore.

BIOGRAPHY 1980-1985

There is not much to write.
We were happy family, living on Hornicka street in Sokolov.

Me, my brother, mother, and father. Of course I remember some stories of my childhood. I remember in year 1980 I went to school for children and that was wonderful. In Sokolov just next to Hornicka street up on the hill was Birch Grove and in middle was the school for children in age between four and six or seven years old, depent on birthday date. We've got a lot of space around and we never been tired to play outside. I still remember the smell of Birch trees in summer when the sun was high up in the sky and all trees gave you peaceful shadow and the sunlight fight through the leaves to the ground to make abstract green-yellow-black pictures with flowers. There we learnt that A is like a roof, etc., we draw pictures, going around the town,

I remember one nice girl. Probably my first love ever, but is funny I remember only the name: Radka, slightly in my mind still appears her face, but that's too far in time.

I just remember that once and I was five years old, I think, when I got accident because she was on "ship" rebound and I wanted to go inside, but unlikely I was not able to stop the rebound from side, so I step in front of to try to stop it and get in. Well I believe I fly over five meters as the rebound hit me to chin and I've got serious injury. I went home with hands full of blood .. Until today I got lively memory on this as a small scar down on chin.
I remember I got huge monkey as a toy, or how we were playing in winter behind house. There is a lot of memories.

On January 19th 1982 was born my sister Pavla Dvorakova but from this time I don't remember a lot. In September 1983 it was for me time to go to real school. It was 4th elementary School in Sokolov just next to my home. I got very nice teacher for first four years. She was old-fashioned women with long curly red coloured hair. Lady Pecenkova was I think around 50 years old, but she was always very kind to everyone even we were sometimes very bad boys, as I remember. I did like her very much. I was with Zdenek Dolezal troublemaker. But even I have been a bit bad boy, I've been good student, mostly in algebra, Czech language, etc. always I've got "A". I remember Alena Cerna, pretty girl which I was dreaming about to kiss her... Once I did, but she didn't await it and I almost broke her teeth. Well yes I think I was a little a bit shy. I remember my friend Jan Hrazdira, which I think was extremely lazy. From the first four years. I remember still more few names of my friend's, but I should take closer look on old photographs to renew memory. Remember 1985 how we were training on "spartakiada" on school courtyard in orange uniforms with some kind of cubes.

But one part of my memories from this time is about my grandmother. Olga Riglova. Until I grow up I didn't understand why mother don't want me to go visit my granny or even talk to her. Well this is the story. My mother was the oldest from three sisters, younger was Jana and youngest was Olina. My mother once explained to me like she makes everything from household until childcare. When she was 18 years old she got some relations or generation problems with her mother and she went out of home and never come back. Since 1975 they did not talk each other or anything. Harder was fact that they've been living on almost the same street just 200 meters far. And for me .. even harder. I loved my grandma, every time after school I went to visit her and always she had for me with open arms. I think that was point when I start to lie to my mother. Of course she sometimes accidentally catch me under window waiting until grandma will open door. But I've got a big dilemma and my mother and grandma never talk one word each other. And I was between. I never will forget.

BIOGRAPHY 1977-1980

My name is Petr Dvorak and I was born in Czechoslovakia in 1977, today Czech Republic.

I spent childhood in small town called Sokolov, which is between towns Cheb and Karlovy Vary in western part near border with Germany, about 160 km, due west from Prague.

My mother Zdenka Ríglová was born in Sokolov 28/03/1957. Father Ing. Eduard Cerny, born in Nejdek (near Karlovy Vary) never married my mother. I didn't know about relationship between my father and my mother, what do I know is that they were never married and in fact I didn't know about my father at all, except name and date from mine Born Certificate. As I know my name was at all Petr Bula, never knew why. I think my father left my mother and the man who was with my mother very shortly let me adopted his surname.

Another fact is when I was two years old my mother married Pavel Dvorak and he adopted me as his own son, but for some reason I change my name when I was 10 years old. My mother's name changed after to Zdenka Dvorakova. I don't remember too many things from first three years of my life, but I remember as I was in year 1980 visiting my mother in hospital just a few days after born day of my brother Daniel Dvorak which was born on 26/10/1980 in Sokolov. I remember that we went my father under window where was my mother and she shows my brother and ask if I like him. I answer with question, as children always do, why is my brother so much ugly. I didn't mean it, in my opinion as I was three years old just normal question. I think it was the same day of his born. Later on when mother went out from hospital I try to help with my brother and as older I try to protect him.

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