Can you believe that for the first time in my life, after 24 years, I touched something that people call freedom. The word freedom seems like something without content, without shape, but believe me it is bigger than anything you can imagine.
Freedom is everything.
You and I did not know much about this word, only how to write it. Some days ago in Czechoslovakia, all the people screamed for freedom, and they didn't stop until they got it. On a Friday afternoon, the seventeenth of November, high school students assembled in the Albertov district at four o'clock for a state-sponsored 50th anniversary memorial of the students who were killed by the Nazis when they invaded our country. The Union of Socialist Youth had arranged for the students to march from the Albertov district to Vyshehrad, the oldest castle in Prague. After reaching Vyshehrad, they decided to march towards the heart of Prague, Vaclavske Namesti, or what is now well known in the West as Wenceslas Square.