The other night, we made an evening Billa-run to the downtown mall. Billa is a modern grocery store chain, Austrian, I think. We exited out the back-end of the mall, walking parallel to the main plaza seeking the perpendicular artery that runs from the modern train station to the plaza. There were many people on the street strolling in the approaching dusk, all normal for a modern, European city.
Then we passed a corner that made me pause to contemplate. Here was a building that had yet to be restored, harkening back to the Cold War days, with a street sign honoring the American president, a wartime ally. Slovakia has gone through many changes. I can’t imagine.
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