Sisters?

I hope they forgive me taking a candid shot.

I noticed them just as we got on the bus. They crossed themselves as the bus pulled out by our church. They were talking intently the whole trip. The one on the left had a wide smile with deep laugh lines around her eyes. 

I decided to risk the picture without time to compose. It wasn't until I got home and looked at it that it really struck me as a portrait of two women who had seen so much in their lives. 

If they are 75 now, then they were 3 years old at the end of the war. They were 26 during the Prague Spring and 47 during the Velvet Revolution. Now they are riding in the senior seats of a bus. I wish I knew enough Slovak to ask about their story.