More than 25 years ago, it seemed inconceivable. Everyday, hundreds of Slovaks cross the border to work in the Austrian capital Vienna, just 60 kilometres away from Bratislava.
In 1989, I was six years old, so I don't remember much about the situation. It was strange for me that in first grade of primary school I was called a 'spark' (iskrička), but not anymore in second grade. Suddenly the strategic upbringing of a new Communist generation had come to an end: until then, the "Iskra" organisation was one of the first machines of indoctrination.