To those who believe that communist regimes in Central Europe are the creation of criminals exclusively, escapes the main truth: criminal regimes are not the work of criminals, but of ravely people, firmly believers that they have found the only path to paradise. They stood up this conviction bravely, and many people were liquidated in her name. Later, it became clear to everyone that there was no paradise and therefore the rapturous people were killers.
by Milan Kundera
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The quote highlights a profound insight into the nature of communist regimes in Central Europe. It suggests that these regimes were not merely the result of criminal minds but were supported by individuals who genuinely believed they were working toward a noble cause—creating a paradise on Earth. This fervent belief led them to commit numerous atrocities, as they were convinced they were justified in their actions. Such convictions often motivated individuals to brave significant risks, leading to a hazardous and violent political landscape.

Eventually, the reality of their pursuits became evident, demonstrating that the so-called paradise was a delusion. This realization shifted perceptions of those who had committed heinous acts in the name of their beliefs; they were not just zealots but also perpetrators of violence. Kundera's reflection serves as a cautionary tale about how ideology can drive people to acts of terror under the guise of working toward a utopian future, revealing a darker side to the human experience and the consequences of blind faith in an ideology.

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