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This is a new website, under construction. I will start to add pictures and write Stories from my life, as time allows.
Background
I am Marian Pliczka. I was born in 1943 in Prague, Czechoslovakia, in the middle of World War II.
My father was born in 1895, my mother in 1906. They could have been my grandparents. My father fought in World War I on the Russian front and remained a devoted Czechoslovak patriot all his life. During World War II, he was one of the leaders of the Czech resistance against the Germans. After the war, the communists considered him dangerous, just like the Nazis had. Twice, they put him in prison, destroying his health and ruining him financially.
Shortly after I was born, my mother, sister, and I joined my father in Bohdalov, Moravia, where he was involved in the resistance. After the war ended in May 1945, life was good for a time. My father held a prominent position in the Czech government, and we were financially comfortable. He even socialized with aristocrats, enjoying hunting and the privileges that came with his status. But in 1948, everything changed when the communists seized power.
My father was arrested and spent three years in prison. When he came home, he was sick and broken. He was assigned a job as a machinist’s helper—the Communist regime gave skilled professionals menial jobs while promoting unqualified workers to management. Then, in 1960, they arrested him again, this time for 2½ years. He never recovered. He died in April 1965.
After his death, I knew I had to leave. In October 1965, I managed to leave from behind the Iron Curtain to Austria, where I was granted political asylum. One year later, in October 1966, I immigrated to the United States.
In 1968, during the Prague Spring, my sister was able to visit me in Boston. But while she was here, the Soviet Union invaded Czechoslovakia. The borders tightened again, but we were lucky—we managed to get my mother to visit before it was too late. In time, both she and my sister were able to stay permanently and became U.S. citizens.
My mother passed away in 1998. After that, my job moved me and my family—my third wife, son, and daughter—to the Sacramento area. My sister, my closest connection to my past, passed away in 2020.
I now live in Roseville, California, reflecting on a life shaped by war, resistance, exile, and survival. No matter how difficult the journey became, I never gave up. As a young man, I sometimes fell short of my father’s expectations, and he would say that others will judge me as the ‘Little son of a Big father.’ Night before he died, I told him I will escape from Czechoslovakia and he made me promise to take care of my mother and sister as needed regardless where I will end up. I did.
Cancer Survival
2010 – Diagnosed with kidney cancer and separate bladder cancer simultaneously. The affected kidney was removed, and the bladder cancer was successfully treated.
2011-2012 – Bladder tumors recurred but were removed and treated both times. Bladder cancer has not returned since.
End of 2021 – Diagnosed with Stage 4 kidney cancer that had spread to the lungs—an unusual occurrence after so many years. Given a prognosis of approximately three years with treatment, or one year without.
End of 2021 - January 2025 – Underwent immunotherapy, leading to a near-complete disappearance of the cancer.
January 2025 – The immune system began attacking my healthy liver as a side effect of treatment. Immunotherapy was suspended, and liver is now healing with steroids.
I must say, I am very lucky.
Feeling great, experiencing minimal side effects, and deeply grateful for my life, my wife, my kids, and my grandkids.