That grey morning in Buenos Aires a ship dropped anchor. He came ashore and began to cry without tears. Head bowed, fixed on his memories. Eyes moist with a different kind of shine, not knowing what to say. He set his suitcase on the ground and sat down on it.
That is how it all began.
The hopes of a traveller from some village in what is now the Czech Republic, in love with his land and his language, because through it he could begin to express his feelings in our beloved Argentina.
A trace of hopes that come back and gently darken in what was lost.
To rescue this story, we needed to come together again somehow.
That is how the idea of founding a society was born, at first with a handful of friends: Ana Souchop, Patricia Cmol, Roberto Jakubek, Eduardo Letocha and Arturo Krivanek, around October 2001, through chain e-mails. Today we bring together 800 families.
We wanted to honour the memory of the many men and women who cried without a single tear running down their cheeks. Those who, in the middle of the last century and even earlier, fleeing war and hunger, founded a dozen cultural, social and sports societies, where they shared their dreams, kept their customs alive, enjoyed their traditional dishes, danced their charming Slavic folklore and also came together to build new homes.
Later, as life kept changing, their habits faded away. Perhaps also because there were no new waves of immigrants, those societies closed their doors one by one, and we were left with their teachings, their customs and the odd phrase in Czech, but without a place to call home.
Our idea is very much like that of the man sitting on his suitcase – no longer on this earth – who will feel that his uprooting was not in vain. We hope to bring together everyone who, whether Czech by blood or not, shares our way of thinking: about the simple things in life and about feelings, without party politics or religion; because, in the end, people are life itself, and so the most important things are all around us.