Who is Vaclav Havel

Václav Havel (Czech pronunciation: [ˈvaːtslav ˈɦavɛl] (listen); 5 October 1936 – 18 December 2011) was a Czech statesman, author, poet, playwright, and former dissident. Havel served as the last president of Czechoslovakia from 1989 until the dissolution of Czechoslovakia in 1992 and then as the first president of the Czech Republic from 1993 to 2003 and was the first democratically elected president of either country after the fall of communism. As a writer of Czech literature, he is known for his plays, essays, and memoirs.

His educational opportunities having been limited by his bourgeois background, when freedoms were limited by the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic, Havel first rose to prominence as a playwright. In works such as The Garden Party and The Memorandum, Hav...
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Rhornik: a little late this week “hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. it is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” ― václav havel
Paulconro: me on václav havel airport in prague, czech republic is a schengen country. they let me pass without asking me to enter the security filter at landing. what at does should be reported to eu commision as it'sa case of staggering discrimination.
Anthgarrett: "hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. it is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out." —vaclav havel
Hrconfes: "work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed" -- vaclav havel
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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