The Day I Met Methuselah
On my way home I overtook that old man who was walking at quite a remarkable speed. Then I noticed his shirt. It says “paměť národa”, literally: “Memory of the nation”. It clearly refers to a project that seeks to collect and preserve evidence of Czech dark times.
I felt amused that I almost bumped into the live Methuselah, with a tongue-in-cheek message to his fellow citizens.
Or was it a warning? Also the memories of nations need to be refreshed from time to time.
Or perhaps there is another, totally simple explanation: That man just returned from a running competition that took place that same day and where people ran in support of “paměť národa”.