Ironic Curtain

Wed night I came home in the pouring rain to find that I couldn't access my building (or any of the surrounding buildings) because a HUGE IRON GATE magically appeared while I was gone, and I had no key! Thankfully, Jitka (a lady who I work with) was awake and able to track down my landlord, who met me and unlocked it for me.

It was such a strange feeling, though, standing beside this gigantic iron gate - so cold, immovable and defiant about letting anyone in or out. The antiquity/style of the gate + the old cobble stone streets, rough concrete, and arched entrance beyond the gate reminded me of what I've read of Soviet times and it gave me chills to think what it would have been like to live behind or outside the gate during that time period.

Were there any young people like me there? Or mothers? or young children like the ones I'm teaching now? Mmmm. Sobering. Definitely helps you appreciate where you come from and what we are blessed to be free from now.