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In 1968, as we crossed the border from Czechoslovakia to Austria on a beautiful, sunny September day, my father told me: "My son, unlike me, you will live your life in a world of freedom. You& #39;ll travel where you like, say and publish what you like and associate with whom you like
For the next 50-odd years his prophecy was fulfilled. I have travelled freely and lived in six countries, acquiring the citizenship of a couple, learning new languages, touring as a musician and publishing short stories in Canada, the UK, Iceland, Switzerland and elsewhere
All of that came to an end 14 months ago. From my vantage point as a 68 year old semi-retired musician, the limitations put on my life now closely resemble the limitation put on my parents during Communism, limitations my father and mother did all the could to save me from
My travel is severely limited. Certain countries are out of bounds completely, certain others make travel too onerous to make it feasible. I still write what I want but see many friends being censored by entities more powerful even than the communist government used to be
Medical coercion is now disguised as philanthropy. Children are being injected with novel drugs to protect them against a virus that poses no danger to them. Newborns are snatched from mothers& #39; arms. Masked throngs surround me. I am being blamed for the ill-health of others
