A twelve-day round of caviar and vodka, of toasts and talks, came to an end. From Moscow shrewd little Dr. Eduard Benes rode a special Soviet train to his liberated homeland.
At Humenne, in the burgeoning Slovak countryside, he switched from train to auto. Along the road peasants cheered his triumphant return from six years exile, welcomed him in the old Slavic way with bread & salt.
Dr. Benes drove under innumerable victory arches decked with his and Stalin's portraits. His careful eye noted the slogans everywhere: "Glory and gratitude to the liberating Red Army! Hail to our liberator, Marshal Stalin!"
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