Strange things sometimes happened in socialism, and this is one of them.
While attending kindergarten in Michalovce during the communist regime, my parents brought me to the kindergarten building one winter morning. All the children were standing outside with their comrade teachers. It was very cold, so they let us go into the corridors to the staircase, but we were not allowed to go into the classrooms. All the doors to the classrooms were locked except one. In that upstairs classroom, the comrade teachers would occasionally peek in and then turn nervously or look at each other in disbelief. Everyone could see in them how startled or frightened they were. Suddenly one boy, I don't even remember which class, started screaming: "All the toys are walking by themselves! Even the tattletale walks by itself! What does that mean? The tater goes by itself?!" his shrill voice echoed repeatedly down the corridor (tatrovka - a term for a big children's tipping toy car, we all had one in my childhood). After a while, a comrade teacher, who had rushed to close the open door to the classroom where the boy had peeped in, reprimanded the boy: "I know, I know, I saw it, don't shout!"
I don't recall much of the smaller details or time periods nowadays. That morning they didn't let us into the classrooms at all. We had to sit in the hallways and wait for our parents, who were called out of kindergarten by the teachers to take us back home. We had the day off. Over the many years, I tried to find and contact my peers who were present in kindergarten with me at the time. Some are no longer with us and I have only been able to find and discuss a few of them. Some no longer even remember attending this nursery. And I certainly haven't been able to find the little boy who saw the toys moving around the classrooms on their own. To this day, I still can't understand what actually happened, what was going on? The whole incident has remained shrouded in mystery, no one has made any official comment at all. Of course, we were forbidden to talk about it. The event took place in a kindergarten on Fraňa Kráľa Street in Michalovce. Today, this building houses a health centre. So, even in the period of red flags and flags under Lenin posters, strange things were happening which are still not explained, and hardly anyone deals with them any more. It is as if it has been forgotten forever. I myself have no real explanation for this event, what it could have meant and how such a thing was even possible. Maybe even then as a child I understood that there are strange things between heaven and earth. Perhaps already on the basis of this event and later ones like them the germs of my themes for writing books for the future were formed. The direction of my journey probably began here.