Synopsis

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Cabbage, Strudel & Trams tells the story of a young girl's turbulent journey from childhood to

adulthood, or adolescence begun behind the Iron Curtain, continued in a West German refugee

camp and coming to a glorious end in the Land Down Under. Narrated by Franta, an imaginaruy

friend inhabiting the inner world of our young heroine Vendula, this satirical coming-of-age

tale depicts the trials and tribulations of an ordinary Czech family living in a small mining town

in communist Czechoslovakia in the early 1980s, their escape to West Germany and their

 resettlement in Australia.


Praise for 'Cabbage, Strudel and Trams':


A hilarious peek at recent European history full of awkward moments, and featuring the

occasional incorrect punctuation...  the author Ivana Hruba


Utterly charming... Franta, the imaginary friend


Amazing, a real journey... A randomly approached reality TV contestant


Delightfully put together... the local pribnter slash binder who prefers to remain anonymous






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