An American with Slovak roots shares his memories of the day when Slovakia was born. The air was frigid on Bratislava’s Námestie SNP as the calendar flipped from 1992 to 1993, and the pyrotechnics were underwhelming. But then, as the clock struck 12:01 am, hundreds of Slovaks spontaneously joined in singing their new republic’s national […]
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