And there we were. All together. With everything we’d all been through. The battles we’d fought, the relationships that were formed, the feelings for each other, stronger than any feelings we’d ever known could exist.
the point is we don’t know anything about these czekchoslovakians. are they good czekchoslovakians, bad czekchoslovakians, we don’t know they are just random czekchoslovakians. for all we know they don’t have their passports