Although I don't examine myself in this respect, I would say, off the top of my head, that I've come to acknowledge my Czechness more as I get older.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I still speak Czech with my parents because I was born there.
Many Czech people are very talented. They can do many things, but when they get to a certain level, they are satisfied. I am not like that, thank God.
I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.
I still have an accent. But when I return to Prague, I speak the language yet do not know what they are talking about.
Down through the centuries, the Czech Republic, the territory of the Czech Republic has been a place of cultural exchange.
I'm a Slovak. And when I was growing up, I believed that I was Czechoslovakian because of what Russia did. They came in and took two separate countries - Slovakia and the Czech Republic - put them together as one.
Well, listen, you know, the Czech saying is, you know, when you are drowning you are grabbing even a little twig. That's what all Czechs were doing, grabbing for... with the hope for this little twig.
I realize that the strivings of the Polish people gave rise, and still do so, to the feelings of understanding and solidarity all over the world.
I have always thought of myself as a Czechoslovak Catholic.
I went to an English school and was brought up in English. So I don't feel Czech.