I just want to be home, a place where i find peace and comfort. Where beauty is everywhere you look and is natural. The air is crisp and fresh. The only sounds you hear are animals and leaves blowing in the trees. Country roads take me home.
Jirí Jíru Swinging grannies, Slovakia, 1966 From “Poetry of Totalitarian Regime”, Prague. Not so sure that they are happy to be living in a totalitarian regime. Maybe they are just happy to be together.