Chapter 15
BACK TO DAN KOČÍ
At the moment, Daniel Kočí was changing the ideological embellishments in the shop window of the meat provisioning cooperative (as butcher shops and delis selling smoked meats were called back then.) Such tasks were also part of his duties, since at the time sausage makers didn’t have their own window dressers. He was on his knees, hovering over piles of tinned paté, installing righteously appropriate slogans (Hands off Korea! The Struggle for Peace — a Blow against American Imperialism!) and all the while he felt two eyes burning holes in his back. Careful, he thought, that’s how paranoia begins, but when at last he turned around to clear up the unused coloured paper and cardboard letters scattered among the gesso sausages and plaster kielbasas, he saw that t
