Photo by Anezka Turek
In 2005, my parents bought a semi-ruined farmhouse in Dluhoště, a small village in the Czech Republic. Although I grew up in England, my dad is Czech, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity for us to build a home to stay in when we visited the country every summer.
When we first visited the house, which was empty otherwise, we realised that hundreds of postcards had been left behind in it.
They spanned from the years of 1978-1987. This era was a particularly tense political climate for the country, which was breaking away from its communist ruling at the time.
Over the last few months, alongside the help of my Czech speaking dad, I’ve been translating the postcards into English.
Kindergarten 