On a lighter note, sort of. Willy and I are watching "Sound of Music," the remake, on NBC. My memory of this story cannot be separated from how I first saw it.
It was summer 1968, and my friend George and I had just hitch-hiked from Italy into what was then Yugoslavia. We stopped in a little town in Slovenia, right on the coast, checked into a campground, and then wandered thru town. I actually managed to get my hair cut, using my feeble Russian to communicate with the barber. We noticed a poster for "The Sound of Music" and managed to decode that it was being shown that night. So we went.
The film was projected onto the wall of what I recall was the town hall. Many of the chairs arranged in front of the wall were occupied by little old ladies in black peasant garb. As we watched, they cheered every time the nazis got their comeuppance, and especially when Liesl rejected Rolfe. Surreal, but that's how I prefer to remember it.