And Lyricist was born (shock).

My father was an coal miner as did my grandfather all his life. My father did get in to the early retirement due to his accident at work and due to his two operations or surgeries on stomach ulcers.
And so when I came to be living with my parents then there were two different situations.
First my mother was working in the Hotel on city square in Kladno and that from morning till night. In average she did left 8am for work and did not return back home till 8pm.
And my father every day after I did go to school went to the local pub from what he did not return till my return from school so he could serve me a lunch. And after that in rush rush he did run back in to the pub again.
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In those years we did not have any refrigerator and so because my mother did bring for us every evening food for our supper and lunch for next day. Then during a summer most sauces did go over night sour.
At my grandmother I was used to be eating fresh tasty food. But then What I was told to eat was grose to my stomach.
On top my half dronk father did usualy over steamed our dumplings in to hard to digest mash.
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Worst of all was that my father 6 days a week did return back home from pub after the closing time. And because of his two stomach surgeries he could not stand alcohol in it too much. And so every night after his return home he was sitting in our kitchen on the chair beside a bucket what my mother placed for him on to the kitchen floor. And he was vomitting in to it withis loud screams of theagonic  pain.
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This did whake me up every night and made me to stay up for the rest of the night.