In the height of winter when the trees are bare of leaves, when foot traffic is light, and when everything is bathed in a dull grey winter light, the Soviet type architecture in Bratislava's Old Town come into their own. Most of them look over sized, a statement from a bygone era. They seem to be about heroics and hysterics, and in this modern age, they no longer strike a resonance.
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| Facing the Danube, by the ferry port |
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| An abandoned building near the Blue Church |
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| War, death, comradeship |
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| Big Brother watching |
