Forty years ago was 1968. I wasn't there and I can't (thanks God) tell the world where I was, what I did, who I belonged to and what I believed in. Unfortunately for me and for many of you that, like me, were not born or "active" in 1968, there are countless stories and myths from the lucky ones who were there.
I have first of all a sneaky feeling that 1968 has been blown out of proportion by the now nostalgic 60-ish years old that in the late sixties were young. I personally think that 1996 was a great year too, don't remember what happened in the world but I was twenty and wild.
The boys and girls of 1968 claim they were politically active and aware of what was going on in the outside world. They wanted peace, freedom and justice, unfortunately they had the tendency to steer towards the Far Left, to the wonderful world of the Soviet Union, who exactly in that year occupied with tanks the country of Czechoslovakia. How did they miss that? Vietnam was at the time a more exotic and fashionable issue, I suppose.
Ex-hippies are proud of the way they lived that year: long hair, marijuana, sex with no strings attached, quality rock bands to listen to, concerts where to go wild and tell the world to fuck off! That was great, I agree but… where is the politics? Do we really think the hippies had a clue of what they were talking about? Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan were stoned most of the time, and even if the answers is blowing in the wind, can we please know what this bloody answer is? By the way, getting rid of our armaments or nuclear power was as daft as thinking Czechoslovakia was occupied by the Soviets for good intentions.
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