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1991
Czechia stood at the foot of the metronome in Letná Park, overlooking her city.
The Golden City, they had called Prague; City of a Hundred Spires; the Capital of the Realm—deliberately leaving out which one, the Kingdom of Bohemia or the Holy Roman Empire.
The years of the First Czechoslovak Republic had been good, too: Independence after years of humiliation in the Habsburg Empire, and Prague had become the capital once again.
Now, communism had taken its toll on Prague’s beauty: Decaying building structures; loose cobblestones with dangerous gaps...
She missed the way her city had gleamed in the late Middle Ages, proud and prosperous, just like her. She missed the years of emergence after her independence, too.
But now, the Velvet Revolution had kissed her city awake. Stalin’s monument was gone, the metronome in its place. Change was coming.
She hoped her city would change for the better now.