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It　would　be　ideal　for　us；　said　Tereza。　You'd　be　bored　to　tears；　ma'am。　There's　nothing　to　do　there。　Nothing　at　all。　
Tereza　looked　into　the　farm　worker's　weather…beaten　face。　She　found　him　very　kind。　For　the　first　time　in　ages；　she　had　found　someone　kind！　An　image　of　life　in　the　country　arose　before　her　eyes：　a　village　with　a　belfry；　fields；　woods；　a　rabbit　scampering　along　a　furrow；　a　hunter　with　a　green　cap。　She　had　never　lived　in　the　country。　Her　image　of　it　came　entirely　from　what　she　had　heard。　Or　read。　Or　received　unconsciously　from　distant　ancestors。　And　yet　it　lived　within　her；　as　plain　and　clear　as　the　daguerreotype　of　her　great…grandmother　in　the　family　album。
Does　it　give　you　any　trouble？　Tomas　asked。　The　farmer　pointed　to　the　area　at　the　back　of　the　neck　where　the　brain　is　connected　to　the　spinal　cord。　I　still　have　pains　here　from　time　to　time。　
Without　getting　out　of　his　seat；　Tomas　palpated　the　spot　and　put　his　former　patient　through　a　brief　examination。　I　no　longer　have　the　right　to　prescribe　drugs；　he　said　after　he　had　finished；　but　tell　the　doctor　taking　care　of　you　now　that　you　talked　to　me　and　I　recommended　you　use　this。　And　tearing　a　sheet　of　paper　from　the　pad　in　his　wallet；　he　wrote　out　the　name　of　a　medicine　in　large　letters。
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They　started　back　to　Prague。
All　the　way　Tereza　brooded　about　the　photograph　showing　her　naked　body　embracing　the　engineer。　She　tried　to　console　herself　with　the　thought　that　even　if　the　picture　did　exist；　Tomas　would　never　see　it。　The　only　value　it　had　for　them　was　as　a　blackmailing　device。　It　would　lose　that　value　the　moment　they　sent　it　to　Tomas。
But　what　if　the　police　decided　somewhere　along　the　way　that　they　couldn't　use　her？　Then　the　picture　would　become　a　mere　plaything　in　their　hands；　and　nothing　would　prevent　them　from　slipping　it　in　an　envelope　and　sending　it　off　to　Tomas。　Just　for　the　fun　of　it。
What　would　happen　if　Tomas　were　to　receive　such　a　picture？　Would　he　throw　her　out？　Perhaps　not。　Probably　not。　But　the　fragile　edifice　of　their　love　would　certainly　come　tumbling　down。　For　that　edifice　rested　on　the　single　column　of　her　fidelity；　and　loves　are　like　empires：　when　the　idea　they　are　founded　on　crumbles；　they；　too；　fade　away。
And　now　she　had　an　image　before　her　eyes：　a　rabbit　scampering　along　a　furrow；　a　hunter　with　a　green　cap；　and　the　belfry　of　a　village　church　rising　up　over　the　woods。
She　wanted　to　tell　Tomas　that　they　should　leave　Prague。　Leave　the　children　who　bury　crows　alive　in　the　ground；　leave　the　police　spies；　leave　the　young　women　armed　with　umbrellas。　She　wanted　to　tell　him　that　they　should　move　to　the　country。　That　it　was　their　only　path　to　salvation。
She　turned　to　him。　But　Tomas　did　not　respond。　He　kept　his　eyes　on　the　road　ahead。　Having　thus　failed　to　scale　the　fence　of　silence　between　them；　she　lost　all　courage　to　speak。　She　felt　as　she　had　felt　when　walking　down　Petrin　Hill。　Her　stomach　was　in　knots；　and　she　thought　she　was　going　to　be　sick。　She　was　afraid　of　Tomas。　He　was　too　strong　for　her；　she　was　too　weak。　He　gave　her　commands　that　she　could　not　understand；　she　tried　to　carry　them　out；　but　did　not　know　how。
She　wanted　to　go　back　to　Petrin　Hill　and　ask　the　man　with　the　rifle　to　wind　the　blindfold　around　her　eyes　and　let　her　lean　against　the　trunk　of　the　chestnut　tree。　She　wanted　to　die。
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Waking　up；　she　realized　she　was　at　home　alone。
She　went　outside　and　set　off　in　the　direction　of　the　embankment。　She　wanted　to　see　the　Vltava。　She　wanted　to　stand　on　its　banks　and　look　long　and　hard　into　its　waters；　because　the　sight　of　the　flow　was　soothing　and　healing。　The　river　flowed　from　century　to　century；　and　human　affairs　play　themselves　out　on　its　banks。　Play　themselves　out　to　be　forgotten　the　next　day；　while　the　river　flows　on。
Leaning　against　the　balustrade；　she　peered　into　the　water。　She　was　on　the　outskirts　of　Prague；　and　the　Vltava　had　already　flowed　through　the　city；　leaving　behind　the　glory　of　the　Castle　and　churches；　like　an　actress　after　a　performance；　it　was　tired　and　contemplative；　it　flowed　on　between　its　dirty　banks；　bounded　by　walls　and　fences　that　themselves　bounded　factories　and　abandoned　playgrounds。
She　was　staring　at　the　water—it　seemed　sadder　and　darker　here—when　suddenly　she　spied　a　strange　object　in　the　middle　of　the　river；　something　red—yes；　it　was　a　bench。　A　wooden　bench　on　iron　legs；　the　kind　Prague's　parks　abound　in。　It　was　floating　down　the　Vltava。　Followed　by　another。　And　another　and　another；　and　only　then　did　Tereza　realize　that　all　the　park　benches　of　Prague　were　floating　downstream；　away　from　the　city；　many；　many　benches；　more　and　more；　drifting　by　like　the　autumn　leaves　that　the　water　carries　off　from　the　woods—red；　yellow；　blue。
She　turned　and　looked　behind　her　as　if　to　ask　the　passersby　what　it　meant。　Why　are　Prague's　park　benches　floating　downstream？　But　everyone　passed　her　by；　indifferent；　for　little　did　they　care　that　a　river　flowed　from　century　to　century　through　their　ephemeral　city。
Again　she　looked　down　at　the　river。　She　was　grief…stricken。　She　understood　that　what　she　saw　was　a　farewell。
When　most　of　the　benches　had　vanished　from　sight；　a　few　latecomers　appeared：　one　more　yellow　one；　and　then　another；　blue；　the　last。

PART　FIVE
Lightness　and　Weight

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When　Tereza　unexpectedly　came　to　visit　Tomas　in　Prague；　he　made　love　to　her；　as　I　pointed　out　in　Part　One；　that　very　day；　or　rather；　that　very　hour；　but　suddenly　thereafter　she　became　feverish。　As　she　lay　in　his　bed　and　he　stood　over　her；　he　had　the　irrepressible　feeling　that　she　was　a　child　who　had　been　put　in　a　bulrush　basket　and　sent　downstream　to　him。
The　image　of　the　abandoned　child　had　consequently　become　dear　to　him；　and　he　often　reflected　on　the　ancient　myths　in　which　it　occurred。　It　was　apparently　with　this　in　mind　that　he　picked　up　a　translation　of　Sophocles'　Oedipus。
The　story　of　Oedipus　is　well　known：　Abandoned　as　an　infant；　he　was　taken　to　King　Polybus；　who　raised　him。　One　day；　when　he　had　grown　into　a　youth；　he　came　upon　a　dignitary　riding　along　a　mountain　path。　A　quarrel　arose；　and　Oedipus　killed　the　dignitary。　Later　he　became　the　husband　of　Queen　Jocasta　and　ruler　of　Thebes。　Little　did　he　know　that　the　man　he　had　killed　in　the　mountains　was　his　father　and　the　woman　with　whom　he　slept　his　mother。　In　the　meantime；　fate　visited　a　plague　on　his　subjects　and　tortured　them　with　great　pestilences。　When　Oedipus　realized　that　he　himself　was　the　cause　of　their　suffering；　he　put　out　his　own　eyes　and　wandered　blind　away　from　Thebes。
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Anyone　who　thinks　that　the　Communist　regimes　of　Central　Europe　are　exclusively　the　work　of　criminals　is　overlooking　a　basic　truth：　the　criminal　regimes　were　made　not　by　criminals　but　by　enthusiasts　convinced　they　had　discovered　the　only　road　to　paradise。　They　defended　that　road　so　valiantly　that　they　were　forced　to　execute　many　people。　Later　it　became　clear　that　there　was　no　paradise；　that　the　enthusiasts　were　therefore　murderers。
Then　everyone　took　to　shouting　at　the　Communists：　You're　the　ones　responsible　for　our　country's　misfortunes　（it　had　grown　poor　and　desolate）；　for　its　loss　of　independence　（it　had　fallen　into　the　hands　of　the　Russians）；　for　its　judicial　murders！
And　the　accused　responded：　We　didn't　know！　We　were　deceived！　We　were　true　believers！　Deep　in　our　hearts　we　are　innocent！
In　the　end；　the　dispute　narrowed　down　to　a　single　question：　Did　they　really　not　know　or　were　they　merely　making　believe？
Tomas　followed　the　dispute　closely　（as　did　his　ten　million　fellow　Czechs）　and　was　of　the　opinion　that　while　there　had　definitely　been　Communists　who　were　not　completely　unaware　of　the　atrocities　（they　could　not　have　been　ignorant　of　the　horrors　that　had　been　perpetrated　and　were　still　being　perpetrated　in　postrevolutionary　Russia）；　it　was　probable　that　the　majority　of　the　Communists　had　not　in　fact　known　of　them。
But；　he　said　to　himself；　whether　they　knew　or　didn't　know　is　not　the　main　issue；　the　main　issue　is　whether　a　man　is　innocent　because　he　didn't　know。　Is　a　fool　on　the　throne　relieved　of　all　responsibility　merely　because　he　is　a　fool？
Let　us　concede　that　a　Czech　public　prosecutor　in　the　early　fifties　who　called　for　the　death　of　an　innocent　man　was　deceived　by　the　Russian　secret　po