Slightly off topic;
At the time of the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, a friend and I were hitching east and we ended up in Prague on the day the border was re-opened.
The residents had ripped down many of the street names to confuse the unwelcome guests, and left them lying around unattached.
The night before we were leaving we had a wonderful session of singing, music and Piva with some Czech students and my somewhat over-indulged friend decided to take one of the signs home as a souvenir (3 foot in length of solid cast iron).
He changed his mind when we both sobered up and tried to get it in the rucksack.
Jim Carroll