Two weeks before I took these photographs, in 1973, I left Czechoslovakia for the first time to join my husband in Zurich. I had waited several months for the necessary papers but our reunion was painful. My husband stated clearly for the first time that he did not want us to have children. Zurich was so clean and orderly after Prague, my home, I did not want to live there with my husband.
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