The Rise und Fall of the Commies
Slowly the once proud mighty red flag with its hammer and sickle – symbol of the great collective struggle, was eased down from its pole. This time it descended in silence. No marching bands. No parades. No hymns, just the constant symphony of the wind that came all the way from the Baltic Sea.
And we stood there in the cold for the longest time.
And we stood there in the cold for the longest time.
The Dictators
The Army
The Intelectuals
The Working Class
