All were disciplined soldiers holding their red flags as they marched in front of the property where he stood skimming the street.
He must have been around 14 years of age, and on the second visit to his hometown. The following morning at dawn, he saw a huge gathering marching down from the Market place to the Town Hall.
He asked his cousin what it was all about, who just brushed him off, saying that this was a daily routine, by the Commies on a new demand. He was not clear what the demand was.
They all seemed to say, what they ask for in front, we at the rear also need.
There were No Microphones or Loud Speakers those days. The year was 1967, and this was the chorus until the procession ended.
Sometimes in life we too follow others, not knowing what we really need.