At first, Kongo avoided photographing graffiti, burdened as he was with an American sense of what is right and proper. Frankly he was a bit embarrassed for the towns where graffiti was evident. It was sort of like when you visit a friend’s house and notice unmade beds or dirty dishes in the sink and studiously avoid saying something like, “Holy bananas, you guys have a party last night and didn’t invite me?” It was just awkward and Kongo, being a polite little monkey, mostly put his lips together and pressed firmly.
Finally, in Prague, he mentioned it to a particularly candid guide who wasn’t shy about saying things like, “Politically, our president is a fool. He just wants to be on TV.” Thinking this could well describe many politicians just about anywhere it did embolden Kongo to ask her about the graffiti in a private moment where others couldn’t hear. Here’s how that conversation went.
“So, what’s up with all the graffiti? Are there gangs in Prague?” Kongo asked with his most polite money smile.
“Graffiti? What is this?”
“The writing on the walls.”
“Maybe gangs here but they don’t write this. This is freedom.”
“During the communist (pronounced KOMMINIST) time this was forbidden. You get shot maybe if you do this. Now we fire the communists. We had velvet revolution. You know velvet revolution?”
“Yes,” Kongo knew all about the velvet revolution that happened across central and eastern Europe after the Berlin Wall came down.
“Now we are free.”
“I see,” said Kongo, not really seeing.
“We got democracy.”
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