Wednesday, March 13, 2013

(14) Air traffic control (6/7).


There is an end to everything...

I left Czechoslovakia in the shadow of certain imprisonment in August 1968. On my manager's table I left a folder at least 20 centimetres thick with everything I compiled in my 5-6 years of endeavour. I do not know what happened to it, but the radar centre on „my“ mountain was built some three years later, even two radar centres: one for the Area ATC purposes, the other for the Bureau of Meteorology. They can be seen above Rača from almost anywhere in Bratislava. On the picture below (thank you GONZO from Picasa Vajnory) is the Area ATC radar; the BOM radar is a little to the left from this angle:


The picture of it above I found on the internet, but I do not remember who to address my acknowledgment to.
The meteorological radar became operational in 1972:

I have never heard who managed to push the whole idea to its conclusion, what dramas were played around it, how it works... The few individuals who might know something – fewer and fewer every year – remain silent; this narration has been published as blog on the popular Slovakian news agency site a couple of years ago, and there has been no meaningful reaction to it.
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The following text I discovered in 2020.
Dusan Podhorsky.....
...Employment 1963 - 1992 at Slovak Hydrometeorological Institute as synoptic and aviation weather forecaster, founder of radar and cosmic meteorology in Czechoslovakia, builder of regional seat of Radar and cosmic meteorology at Maly Javornik mountain (1972), etc., etc.......
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Years 1967 and 1968.
At the end of 1966 „my“ mountaintop began to be overgrown with shrubs and new growth, when one nice day earth machinery arrived at the beginning of the road to it from Rača, drums with telephone cables were dumped next to the ditch being excavated, and the activity was irresistible for me to ignore. Enquiring around the workers I learned that it is telephone cable for the Ministry of Interior – another name for the State Security.
My stupidity at the time could have thrown me to prison, that was hanging above my head for a while already anyway: I sent a letter to that Ministry whether us (that is Area Air Traffic Control) could ask for some part of that cable to be reserved for our purposes. The Ministry was at the time the most powerful organisation in the country, it was the brain and the muscle behind the official puppet government. I was summoned to the Ministry, to its office in Bratislava, and was threatened with the entire arsenal at their disposal (almost all, that is!). I was accused of trying to disrupt functioning of the state apparatus, of spying („how did I know what the Ministry was endeavouring to do?“), etc., etc. These were the highest possible accusations that could bring me behind bars – if the times were any different. Thankfully, they were not, due to the so-called Prague Spring.
At the time the political situation in the country began to mellow, it began to change for the better, at least as we saw and felt it. In that political turmoil I, too, had my fingers. It was absolutely clear to me that it is impossible to continue with the disinterested management, nor with the political system supporting such managerial practices, and that a reform is needed urgently. I was canvassing the possibility of some reforms in the aviation circles around the country (of Slovakia) and managed to gain almost widespread support. In 1967 the pressure for reform became almost irresistible.
The so-called Prague Spring has been described from all possible angles elsewhere, and by others, much better than I possibly could, so that’s enough from me.
Just a few words: towards the end of 1967 we organised a few meetings to thrash out the nature of changes we deemed necessary for proper functioning of the Air Traffic Control services. We were inviting to these meetings persons who could contribute, in our opinion, to the nature of reforms. Once we managed to rope in a Comrade Slaninka who was responsible for the air transport sector at the Central Committee of the Communist Party – the boss of all the bosses! Until then a name nobody ever heard of. We unearthed him by simply asking about such high function at the Communist Party building, something unthinkable until recently. He did not know how to wriggle out (the Party apparatchiks had no experience with speaking with the plebs), and eventually turned up at our meeting – and agreed with everything!!! Manager of the Bratislava Airport, Comrade Želinský came, and agreed; Comrade Bella, Chairman of the Trade Union; Comrade this and Comrade that agreed – I don’t remember all their names any longer. A few days after invasion by the armies of Soviet Union, a few of those Comrades, those, who at our meetings agreed with everything, came to me and whispered in my ears, with not a small hint of venom: „You are finally getting what you were asking for, MISTER Hatvani...“

Many years later I found a quote in the Czech playwright Vaclav Havel's memoirs, a quote which seems to fit my position at work well:
(My efforts to improve) "....it begins as an attempt to do your work well and ends with being branded an enemy of society."
Btw, I used to frequent a small theatre in Prague called Na zabradli, where a young playwright (mentioned above) was introducing his new play. I did not understand what it was about and thought of him as a bit of a nut. I saw him there a few times - same age as me (25, give or take) -, unremarkable appearance, in my eyes a typical cafehouse denizen of Prague. At the time I knew nothing else about him. Much later he became the first president of the post-communist Czechoslovakia.

(13) Air traffic control (5/7).

    Preparation of the building site.

    In the end I selected two mountaintops called Malý and Veľký Javorník, a few kilometres above Rača, on the eastern edge of Bratislava. They were in environmentally protected area, with the only access being along muddy forest tracks. There was no infrastructure of any kind within several kilometres; there were no funds available, and, naturally, no interest on the part of my management.

    As to the infrastructure, I was completely ignorant of everything. I began to borrow, buy and read technical literature of all kind, water reticulation systems, sewerage systems, electricity, telephone, gas, building of roads, architecture, etc. I began to see my radar phantasy in an entirely different light, like an almost unsurmountable and complicated reality. I was lucky to have a couple of unexpected breaks.

    The mountain nearest to Rača, Malý Javorník, was covered by mature trees, mainly by oaks and beeches. I happen to know a draftsman in the forest management agency, whom I managed to persuade to clear the peak of the mountain under some pretext (it was, I think, infestation by some beetles), and he obliged! Suddenly, I had a nice, cleared mountaintop, with nearest tree some 100 metres away in all points of the compass. What next? Well, a kind tornado turned up to assist…

    In 1964, about a kilometre uphill from Rača something akin to tornado flattened trees in a path some 100 metres wide and some 400 metres long. At the time I had a friend in the organisation that was responsible for designing and building roads in state’s forests. He was in charge of building the road from Rača to the path devastated by the tornado, in order to provide access for timber machinery and trucks. The job had already been approved when I managed to persuade him to lengthen the road a little, which eventually happened: he lengthened the road by 2 or 3 kilometres, right up to the forester’s house called Biely Kríž, which is less than a kilometre from “my” mountain.
    And I not only had a cleared mountaintop, I had an access road to it as well!

    Around the same time I met with a young weather forecaster, who became interested in my efforts – more about him in the previous article about radars.

    I duly informed my managers about “my” now cleared of trees mountaintop, and “my” new road, which information was received with expressions of pain in their faces, and snide remarks of the kind “will you ever stop stirring”, “can’t you stop fantasising”, etc…. Needless to say, in the atmosphere of fear of which the socialist system is redolent, none of my colleagues were in the least interested. Every time I raised the topic they all started eagerly studying their shoelaces...

    By the way, I am presenting my management here in a bad light; the individuals involved were not bad people by any measure, though! Absolutely not!!! They were decent guys, and personally I was with them on good, even cordial, terms (there were two of them, Area ATC manager Jozef Mihalovič and his boss Ferdinand Barborák). They reported to the Central Administration based in Prague, the Czech part of Czechoslovakia. Both my bosses were former telegraph operators and I doubt that that their secondary education came dangerously close to matriculation. Their native tongue was Slovakian (a village dialect, even), whereas the Central Administration spoke Czech (from among some 300 employees there was but one Slovakian). My managers were afraid that by presenting some outrageous demands – in Slovakian language, at that – that they may demonstrate their education and knowledge, and so they resorted to playing hide-and-seek game with me. My contacts in Prague were good, but I was referred by them back to my managers, or, by the cheeky ones (nazdar, Zdenĕk Pohl), directly to the State Security, ŠtB, in Slovakia (the real power behind the puppet government).

    As to this ŠtB, at least as to the individuals I was in “working” relationship, I can say almost the same as about my managers. Many of them, especially the older ones, were doing the job for money. Various admonishments, even threats, were administered almost with resentment, with disdain. Most often it was in the form “we have no idea why you are chasing your bats, but if you feel that it is important just turn the noise down a bit”.

    Nobody ever asked why exactly it is that I feel the need to “chase my bats”. “What is it that you consider so bad, even in the breach of some laws, that you keep at it so much?”. “Why do you think that the safety of air transport is under threat?”. Questions like that I was waiting for, I was looking forward to!, and had my answers ready – to no avail, the opportunity to present them never came… Like the Church before them, the State Security was in the business of defending apparatus of the State; safety of the air transport was not in their Manuals. Maybe, just maybe, if I was able to construct my reasoning by linking the air transport safety with some sort of threat to the security of the State, I might have succeeded, but I was not a lawyer, nor a philosopher (and I was but 25 years old, with no relevant qualifications or deep wells of knowledge of any kind).

    In 1968, after our first son was born, I was allowed to visit neighbouring Austria, with whose Area ATC we had close and fairly cordial relationship (conducted entirely via the one closely monitored telephone line) I was planning to have a chat with our Austrian colleagues about possible cooperation around our “planned” radar centre on top of Malé Karpaty mountains. It just happened that from materials available to us though international aviation organisation (ICAO) I deducted that their radar coverage may be also difficult due to the Alps running through the middle of their country, and that a radar located somewhere sideways could provide a valuable angle of view. I had a meeting with their Area ATC manager, also with Vienna Airport radar engineer, and two Area ATC controllers (Höglinger a Mittelmüller), whom I knew through our telephone contacts. They all demonstrated lively interest in “our” ideas (a welcome difference after the Slovakian apathy and lethargy). Discussion ran along the lines of the possibility that Slovakia would provide a suitable site, infrastructure and buildings, and Austria would provide radar equipment. I had another meeting with the same people in Vienna in December of the same year, in order to inform them about our progress – there was none…
    It was during these months that I fully realised that the so-called socialism is a system that is destined to wither on vine. System, which suppresses individual's efforts, talents, striving, etc., and replaces it with edicts from "above", that is from the highest positions of the ruling groups, cannot compete with political systems where individuals have freedoms. When I saw that the fruits of my labour, "my" radars are about to become reality despite opposition from my management, I began to regret the "free gifts" I had been donating to that "socialism". At that time, I decided to walk away from it!
Perversely, while I am writing elsewhere that we were using inadequate equipment, with insufficiently qualified operators, etc., I myself was operating illegally: who was paying for the 2 kilometres long road that I asked a friend for? Who was paying for the illegal clearing of the forest? Who authorized me to conduct meetings with a foreign country, including disclosure of "our" intentions?

    Third such meeting took place in September 1968, when a week earlier I, with my wife and two infant sons, escaped Czechoslovakia following the Soviet occupation. I was offered a position at the Austrian Area ATC, which offer I declined with thanks. Reasons? Well, from what I saw in the few days between the invasion, and our escape to Austria, I was convinced that the occupation of Czechoslovakia was but a preparation by the armies of the Soviet bloc (= Russia) to invade western Europe, and I was desperate to take my family right out of that Europe, and as far as possible. At Bratislava airport I saw Soviet air fighters MiG-21, some fifty of them, together with vast array of ammunition and supporting machinery and personnel. It was heart-rending to see De Havilland Vampire jet fighters of the Austrian Air Force – all six of them! – practising at Vienna Airport, with pluck and courage: six of WW2 vintage airplanes, against hundreds of up-to-date weapons... At the time all civilised nations (and even some of the less so) threw their doors open to the refugees from Czechoslovakia – thank you, thank you one and all!!!. We chose Australia, and by the end of September, 1968, we found ourselves, my wife and two infant sons, on the tarmac of Sydney Airport, courtesy of Qantas diverting to Vienna one of their half-empty 707s on the London to Sydney "Kangaroo Route".
This is us in Melbourne, Australia, around Christmas, 1968:

    What you see on us all is what we arrived with, plus a couple of shirts and a bundle of nappies for the boys. The building behind us, where we lived for a few months, courtesy of the Australian government, is the Australian Army corrugated iron "Nissen" hut at Broadmeadows, Victoria.
    And this was us in 1980:

(12) Air traffic control (4/7).


A few words about radar.

There was a screen of primary radar in our office, with its antenna located on the ground in the middle of Ivanka airport*. Radio frequencies of the radar had similar properties to those of our transmitters and receivers. Consequently, it was possible to see the airplanes at most frequently used heights of 1200 to 3000 metres only to the distance of 40 to 150 kilometres. The radar’s maximum range was 400 kilometres, but as was the case of transmitters/receivers, due to its location, its practical range was severely restricted due the hilly terrain, meteorological conditions and the curvature of earth; interference by the nearby military radar (at Kalinkovo, some 10km distant) rendered our radar virtually useless). Because of this, and the slow and ponderous communication, the radar was never used, despite being constantly at our disposal. This picture shows the display, operated by a very popular bloke Fero Lisý:
One thing on its screen was tickling my curiosity: the clouds. I was able to see clouds heavy with rain, and especially the storms, and the approaching cold fronts (only their "faces" nearest to our radar. For their depths another radar would be needed, "looking" from the side. Radars with different wavelengths would also be needed for more detailed data-gathering, with - at this time - unforeseeable and certainly useful results). Today anybody with access to internet can see the weather at any time. In those faraway days (1962) it was only us and maybe the air force. Since we were receiving weather reports and forecasts at regular intervals it was interesting to compare these with what we saw on the radar screen: the differences were amazing! The reports and forecasts were created on the basis of observations from numerous ground stations and were invariably crude and several hours behind the actual situations as we were able to observe them. Ants, and no doubt other insects, have been weather forecasters par excellence since time immemorial - I wonder what kind of "radar" is being used by them...

I tried to attract the attention of our local (Bratislava airport-based) weathermen to these phenomena. I kept inviting them for several years to sit with me in front of our radar screen – none of them came!!!** None for several years, until one day, one of the newly hatched forecasters, fresh from the university, a RnDr Dušan Podhorský, came; and not only came, but became interested! That visit, in its final results, had far-reaching consequences not only for the needs of the Hydrometeorological Office, but for the improvement of radio communication and radar coverage over the entire territory of Slovakia. None of us two had any inkling of it at the time, though…

We began discussing clouds and meteorology. I was talking from my experience as a pilot and from my several years' of watching the clouds on our radar; all this information was evaluated by Dušan from his theoretical angle. As well, I told him all about my problems with disinterested, apathetic, even resentful management. In the end, we received an unexpected boost in the form of a tornado (see next chapter).

Around that time something like a tornado flattened trees in a strip some 100 metres wide and 400 metres long about a kilometre above Rača (eastern part of Bratislava), and Dušan asked if I could take him there to take some photographs. After that I took him a couple of kilometres farther along "my" new road to “my” mountain, freshly cleared of vegetation, and confided in him about my efforts to improve radio communication and radar coverage of Slovakia for the purposes of Area Air Traffic Control. Dušan mentioned that a radar located on a similar mountain could be useful for the purposes of his institution, and – without knowing at the time – that was the beginning of his carrier as the forerunner of usage of radar in meteorology.

Inserted 18. 7. 2025

We regret to accept the reality that on September 15, 2022, H.E., Multi – prof. h.c. RNDr. Dušan Podhorský, DrSc. Slovak scientist, innovator, educator, diplomat, writer left us forever. He is the founder of Slovak and Czechoslovak radiolocation meteorology.

At the Slovak Hydrometeorological Institute, from the 1960s, he focused mainly on methodological issues of radiolocation and space meteorology, which he brought to the top level. His concentrated efforts culminated in the establishment of a nationwide methodological and training workplace for radiolocation meteorology in Czechoslovakia in 1969 at Malý Javorník near Bratislava, which he led. Radiolocation meteorology in our country was under his leadership in the first half of the seventies at the world level of the time, and since 1974 the Regional Center of Radiolocation Meteorology of Socialist States has been created in Malý Javorník. The main activity was the development of automation of radiolocation measurements, which was successfully completed and put into practice. From the results of scientific research, it should be mentioned that he contributed to the discovery of a low-level jet flow over the Carpathian-Alpine region. He is the author and co-author of more than 200 scientific papers and five monographs.

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* Primary radar emits radio waves that bounce back (and also in many random directions) from obstacles in their way (mountain, clouds, airplanes, etc.); the returning waves are captured by an antenna and processed for graphic indication on a screen;

** Of the most ardent "refusenics" I remember but two names: a professor Popálený and RnDr. Forgáč. The former was refuting my claims by claiming that it is impossible to beat precise and time-honoured ground observations with some sort of pilot's fantasies; the latter restricted himself to a sort of leg-pulling remarks, akin to the adults' treatment of little children.
In about 1963 a Zlin Z-381, equipped with some meteorological instruments, landed at Vajnory. It was brought by the (then) famous glider pilot Ladislav Háza, a Czech from Prague, I think. After admiring his at the time rare airplane (the same type on which I did my basic training a few years previously), and especially its obviously meteorological instrumentation, I mentioned to him my ideas about radars and meteorology. He laughed me off, as I recall. I think he did not understand what I was blabbering about. In 1963 I myself had no clear idea myself...
By the way, much later I discovered that this Háza was fairly high in some National Hydrometeorological Institute in Prague.
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 Attempts to improve radio coverage.
I started a campaign (1963) to re-locate our transmitters/receivers and the radar somewhere on a hill. With the help of aero club airplanes, I tested most of the Slovakian territory, from Bratislava down to somewhere Prešov-Michaľany line, in low and medium altitudes, recording radio reception of Area ATC and local towers' ATC. The only airplane in Vajnory with a suitable transmitter/receiver was one Meta-Sokol. Its equipment was of poor quality, the airplane was not always available to me, so it took me around two years to get to the point where I was satisfied with the amount and quality of my data. The last and most niggling blanks on my radio-coverage maps were filled during one flight with Pal'o Veslár from Senica somewhere to the mountainous area of central Slovakia and back.

After those two years I concentrated on two mountains in the Malé Karpaty range near Bratislava, named Malý and Veľký Javorník. These two were not the ideal mountains from the radio coverage point of view as 2/3rds of its coverage would be above the neighbouring countries (I would have much preferred Inovec, near Trenčín, for example), but these two mountains were ideal from practical point of view. I lived nearby (in Rača), and was able to study them in more detail. From my recent land surveying days, I was able to wangle a couple of detailed maps (1:10,000, top secret in those days) and use them for detailed evaluation. On a few occasions I „borrowed“ an all-terrain vehicle „Gazik“ from Ivanka airport, with a small low power transmitter/receiver PYE on board, which was used for communication on the ground. With this equipment from „my“ mountains I was able to communicate with airplanes flying at low levels (1800 metres) from Bratislava almost to Košice (300 kilometres away!), loud and clear!  For comparison, our official, and far more powerful, equipment could not reach airplanes above Sliač, which is but 150 kilometres away from Bratislava.

To my surprise, our management was not interested in this information in the slightest. On quite a few occasions I was summoned to the airport’s State Security office (StB), where I was threatened with various unpleasant sanctions if I do not cease my anti-management activities???!!! Often, I had no idea where is the Security getting information about me from. Many years later I discovered in the so-called Petr Cibulka lists how many of my colleagues, even friends, be they at my work, or in the aero club, were agents or at least confidantes of the State Security.

I did not cease my „anti-management“ activities, though, only began to work more quietly, almost clandestinely. For that reason I was never bold enough to confide in our colleagues in the Czech half of Czechoslovakia, whose problems were no doubt similar to ours (but who, in the person of Jindra Černohorský had far more skilful operator than us in Slovakia, and they were closer to the seat of power in Prague).

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Recently I discovered the following information. The articles inform on the activity in (my!?) meteorological radar centre after it was commissioned in 1972. Alas, I have no information on the performance of the Air traffic Control radar centre that was built at the same time:

https://journal.geo.sav.sk/cgg/article/view/107/102

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 3. Conclusions (from the Journal above).

Listed quarter of a century has been extremely successful thanks to enthusiasm of the first team of ‘musketeers’ on the crest of Malé Karpaty, which since 1977 has been gradually enriched with qualified programmers, electrical engineers and IT specialists, making it a total of 112 members. Close cooperation between RCRM and several universities in the Czech Republic and Slovakia resulted in a number of master and doctoral theses led by the staff at Malý Javorník. These were years filled with numerous professional internships for students and professionals, supported financially by the World Meteorological Organisation, FAO, IAHS, ESA, CMEA, COSPAR and INTERKOSMOS.

Note.

In 2022, I have come across information about Sir Robert Watson-Watt, a British meteorologist, who in the 19twenties studied radio waves generated by lightnings. His observations led eventually to realization that radio waves bounce off stationary, and eventually even from moving objects (1935, some 25 years before me).

It is remarkable that in the 1960-ties, two professors of meteorology in Czechoslovakia were not aware of the Sir R.W-W's work! He, for his work, was gradually promoted to the position of Overseer of all radars in the UK; as for myself, I was being laughed at, denied any progress at work, I was accused of "undermining the achievements of socialism" and eventually threatened with jail...

(11) Air traffic control (3/7).


A few details.
In the territory of Slovakia, the main air traffic orientation points were marked by radio beacons called NDB (Non-Directional Beacon); also, commercial station’s radio transmitters were used by the airplanes. One such popular transmitter was Radio Bratislava, located at Veľké Kostol'any. Radio beacons were located at all airports, and also at points important for air navigation, for instance at Břeclav, Nitra, Štúrovo, Jelšava, etc. Computers at the time were unheard of, except for darkly ominous newspaper articles, where the „cybernetics“ were described as burzhoazie pseudo-science, devised to better exploit the proletariat (this just as an illustration of the political atmosphere of the time).

In relation to computers, I cannot miss an observation about the work of the computer we all carry in our heads.
The Air Traffic Controller, in the course of his function, has to keep in his short-term memory a number of various bits of information from a variety of sources, and on the basis of this information he solves a variety of conflicts. Let’s say he makes a mistake, any kind of mistake, serious or insignificant. In an absolute majority of cases, he would stop after a minute or two, and returning to the moment the mistake was made he corrects the mistake. If, however he is in his work interrupted by something outside his sphere of duty – the mistake would be often forgotten.

Apart from communication with the airplanes by variety of means the controller cooperated with neighbouring Area ATCs (Austria, Czech, Poland, Soviet Union and Hungary), with airport towers in Slovakia (Bratislava, Piešťany, Sliač, Poprad a Košice), with military ATC, and even with aero club airfields, or organisations with vested interests in air transport (airlines, police, etc.). The cooperation was chiefly in the form of air traffic information and solving of various problems associated with domestic and international air traffic.

The controller even had a „red“ telephone at his disposal, actually an ordinary black coloured variety one, that was connected somewhere high to the State Security (StB) organisation, or the Communist party (virtually the same organisation). We did not have any telephone directory for this telephone, the messages were exclusively one-way. Usually when it rang some important sounding voice was demanding various services (nobody ever asked if we were busy at the moment, if a collision between airplanes is imminent, for instance – God only knows what the other end was thinking about us). I, for instance, had to „quickly!“ run a few times to the airport passport office a few hundred metres away, to ask their boss not to bang his rubber stamp into the passport of some passenger for „it would be fixed by the Communist Party“. From those days I remember one individual from somewhere in South America by the name of Gilberto Vieira, whom I was entertaining in the café for half an hour, waiting for him to be collected by the Security Service gorillas. His command of English was not exceptional, and he addressed me "comrade"; he was a bit uneasy to hear from me the word Sir in return...

Connection with the neighbouring ATCs (towers, Area ATCs, etc.) was by means of direct telephones, less frequently by means of teletype. The latter one was reliable, but slow; telephones were, mildly put, temperamental. With the airport towers in Slovakia telephones the connection was largely reliable. Problems arose when the local tower operator was not immediately available, away on lunch break, or whatever. When situation arose that required his involvement, emergency landing, for instance, we had to contact him (or the local police, State Security, military garrison, or whomever) by any means imaginable; mobile telephones were at the time some 30 light years away...

With the neighbouring Area ATCs the direct telephone connection depended on the whims of the day: with the Austrian and Czech ATC it was reliable; with the Hungarian ATC the connection depended on the weather along the above-ground telephone lines – winter months were especially bad; with the Polish ATC the connection was sometime available and sometime not. Telephone connection with the Soviet ATC was available but seldom; as to myself, I do not remember speaking with them even once! Prior information of airplanes incoming from the direction of USSR, required by law, was seldom on hand. The Soviet airplanes, despite required by law to contact us well prior to entering our airspace, ignored the law. First time we discovered they were in our airspace was when they contacted us on the radiotelephone. Our reception being poor we heard from them only when they were well halfway in our airspace. Sometimes we received information about their presence from our military colleagues, sometimes even from the airport towers these airplanes were flying nearby.

Contact with the airplanes.
Airport towers used radio telephone for contacts with the airplanes; in 1961, the year I started at the Area ATC Bratislava, the contact with the airplanes was exclusively by means of medium-wave telegraph.

The ground-based telegraphists had their own little office, and messages from, and to, the airplanes, written on pieces of paper, were carried along the long corridor. Urgency of the messages had different meaning for the ATC Controller and for the telegraphist. If, for instance, the telegraphist stopped in the corridor for a chat with somebody, the message had to wait a few (or many) long minutes for delivery. Telegraphists, apart from the receiving and carrying messages, had a variety of other duties. For instance, transmitting messages to airplanes about the airports, meteorological reports, and also "homing". This was done at the request from the airplane, when the bearing of the transmission from the airplane was determined by rotating the telegraphist’s directional antenna. The airplane, with the help of bearing from at least two different telegraphic ground-based stations was able to determine its geographical location. All these „other“ duties were slowing down the flow of information between telegraphist and the ATC controller.

Airspeed of most airplanes at the time was between 250kmh (Li-2, for instance) and 450kmh (a DC6). In terms of distance, these speeds represented between 4km/minute and 7km/min. There were also a few jet airliners in the air already (Tu-104), with airspeed of about 850kmh, and the distance flown with that airspeed was 15 kilometres per minute = 75 kilometres in 5 minutes! Connection by means of telegraphy, with the associated slow-shuffle along corridors, was almost meaningless, especially with regards to the small area of Slovakia (roughly 200 x 400 kilometres).

Also available to the Area ATC were two radio telephone transmitters/receivers, working on short wave frequencies (around 4600 and 6500kHz). These were used but very seldom, for the frequent „dead“ areas of reception, and for strong interference from a variety of sources, such as electrical storms, solar flares, etc. When Short Wave Transmission/Reception (a.k.a. VHF), common in aviation around the world, was mentioned to the management they went into spasms! Their resistance to such outrageous novelty (even some of the colleagues, let alone telegraphists) was considerable, because nobody had any experience with radio telephony. There was also a language barrier: in telegraphy, a so-called Q-code was being used for virtually any kind of message. For instance a weather forecast was labelled QAM; flying time and height over, say, Nitra, was called QAF Nitra 1234/1800; airport closure was an ominous-sounding (to us, still) QGO, etc. In radio telephony, four (!) languages were mandatory: the local Slovakian, Czech, Russian and English. The first two languages were o.k. For English a smallish booklet of official phraseology was available (excellent for the WW2 air traffic); booklet of Russian phraseology was not available (if it ever existed).

Around 1963 the pressure to do away with telegraphy was becoming so strong, because the airplanes were gradually doing away with their telegraph operators. Finally, microphones began to appear in our office! These were operated by female radio-telephonists (with the phraseology booklet at hand), and messages were still flying to-and-fro on pieces of paper. The distance was not along the long corridor, it shrunk to just across the table. In the accompanying poor-quality photograph, the radio telephone operator sits on the left, the controller sits behind the slanting board:

The Controller eventually received his microphone a year or two later.
With the arrival of microphones another problem turned up. That should have been, of course, solved BEFORE, not after, but it wasn’t, and I doubt anybody as much as mentioned it.
It happened thus: radio transmitters and receivers on Very High Frequency (VHF) were located at the Bratislava-Ivanka airport, in the very corner of the Slovakian territory. Due to the hilly terrain, also due to their short-range antennas, and also due to the curvature of Earth, contact with the airplanes at most frequently used heights was possible to about 50-150 kilometres from Bratislava; with the very few airplanes flying higher at the time (5,000-10,000 metres) the contact was possible up to about 250 kilometres from Bratislava. Slovakia is, however, some 400 kilometres long and 200 km wide, and the Area ATC was responsible for air traffic control over its entire territory; also, for responsibilities other than air traffic control it is important to be able to communicate with the airplanes to at least several hundred kilometres OUTSIDE Slovakian territory. With the air taxis, flying usually only a few hundred metres above ground, the contact was possible to only about 50-70 kilometres from Bratislava. They, too, were LEGALLY entitled to the Air Information Service, to Emergency Assistance Service, to the Search and Rescue Service – provision of all these services was the responsibility of the Area ATC.

In summary, coverage of the territory of Slovakia with the radio communication service on VHF was insufficient.

According to the laws of the time, planes arriving from abroad were obliged to contact the Area at least 10 minutes before arrival at the border beacon and ask for permission to enter. When the only method of communication was radiotelegraphy, this law was seldom violated, because radiotelegraphy could be used even from Africa. However, when the Very Short Frequency (VHF) connection was established, planes arriving from Poland and the Soviet Union could not call unless they were at an altitude of at least 5000 meters, which was majority of them at that time. I don't know what our leadership was doing at that time when this violation of the law was widely known. Airplanes from the Soviet Union ignored this law, even when they were high enough to be able to call; they ignored it even when radiotelegraphy was still used, when they could even call from Moscow. They just didn't ask for permission. We usually learned about such an aircraft when it was already over our territory for a long time. Sometimes the planes called the military air traffic control, sometimes some civilian airport, usually Košice or Prešov. Fortunately, there were not many of them, they flew more often over Czech air traffic control. I don't know about their way of announcing themselves, I haven't worked there often enough.


Looking at this dismal coverage by voice radio-communication equipment it beggars belief that this cavalier and certainly illegal situation was allowed to exist: here you are, Comrade Controller, area of some 80,000 to 240,000 square kilometres in size, in which are flying airplanes in all kinds of meteorological conditions. Under the law you are responsible for maintaining prescribed distances between them, you are obliged to maintain UN-interrupted contact with all of them, you are responsible for organisation of emergency situations, and dozens of other duties. And here you are, at your disposal, transmitters and receivers that are capable of maintaining contact with these airplanes flying over between 10 up to 70 percent (if that!) of the territory under your control. What happens to those 90 to 30 percent of airplanes that you are unable to communicate with if they happen to get into some knotty situation? Are you complaining? You cheeky unsatisfied bugger!!! Don’t you know that YOUR Communist Party and YOUR Government have much more important matters to deal with than your piffling little complaints? What do you have against our political system to burden it with your nearly malicious constant complaints???

 Believe me or not, that's how the so-called People’s Socialist system operated!!!

Today this „performance“ of the State administration would be termed something like gross negligence punishable by law (I am not a lawyer, please forgive me those of you who know better).

I could never understand the international aviation agencies, ICAO, IATA and others, for their inability to see the poor to dangerous activities of transport administrations in these communist countries (and no doubt other countries as well, some African countries come to mind).

At the time, some airplanes have telegraphists on board still, and contact with these airplanes was over 100% of our territory (albeit contact of a slow and ponderous kind – see previous chapter). And we had a radar at our disposal, too...

(10) Air traffic control (2/7).


How it was done over the territory of Slovakia.
The Area Air Traffic Control office was located in an inconspicuous looking room on one side of the first hangar at the airport of Ivanka in Bratislava. During a typical day shift there were two air traffic controllers on duty, and two female telephone operators. In the neighbouring office one or two females were keeping contacts with air taxis and operating radiotelephones, in the next office there were several teletype machines, and in an office farther there sat a telegraph operator. And at the end of the corridor was the office of two ATC managers. Shown below are some of the personnel of the Area ATC in 1959 (Tibor was at the Tower, Jano at the Area ATC, Sida, Vlasta, Valika and the two ?? were teletype operators); this is the only photograph from those faraway days that I managed to find:
Essential responsibility of the Area ATC is to ensure that all airplanes in the air over Slovakia are moving in mutually safe distances, both horizontally and vertically.
The need to create such service became obvious when both the number of airplanes in the air over Slovakia and their speed began to increase shortly after the second World War. Initially, the service was provided by a network of ground telegraph and radio signal transmitting stations (gonio, Adcock). The density of air traffic, accompanied by the increasing speed of airplanes in the air, required re-organisation of such system by creating air traffic control centres. The centres initially relied on the existing communication and ranging networks, that is that telegraphy was still being used for communication with the airplanes; likewise, the geographical locations of airplanes were often determined by acquiring various bearings using adjustable antennas of ground telegraphic stations. The system began to lag behind the requirements of modern-day air traffic, and in the 19-fifties ground-to-air communication began to use radiotelephones; locations of airplanes began to be determined by means of ground-based transmitters, be they standard commercial radio stations transmitters, or radio beacons built in specific locations; radars were also becoming available.
At the Area Control Centre, a sheet of paper about 800 x 100mm was used for graphic recording of aircraft movements. The paper was divided vertically into two halves, where the left half represented one day from 00 hours to 1200 hours, the right half from 1200 to midnight. The halves were further divided into 12 parts, each part representing one hour; distance was read horizontally, where each square represented 5 kilometres (each square vertically represented 5 minutes, I think). It would be nice to have just one piece of such paper to jolt the memory... Here’s my attempt at re-creating such paper:
 The system was fairly ingenious, and an experienced operator was able to evaluate air traffic over the territory of Slovakia at a glance, both in the past, present, and in the near future.
Referring to the diagram, for example, an operator starts his shift at 1100 o’clock. At the first glance he finds out that three airplanes left the area under his control by flying over Štúrovo into Hungary at 1030 and 1037 resp., and also over Brno at 1042; one airplane is in his area by entering it over Štúrovo at 1058 from Hungary, and, finally, one airplane would enter his area at 1113.
From those days I have but one photograph with the typical day shift personnel. Marek stands behind the desk with the sheet of paper described above. Behind Marek hangs drapery hiding radar screen. The radio telephone operator Luba sits on the left, two telephone operators on the right:



 Messages about actual, or future, locations of airplanes, and various other snippets of information, were received by the air traffic controller from various sources: from telegraph operators, from telephone operators, later directly from airplanes by means of radio telephone, also from neighbouring Area ATCs, or airport towers via telephone, from teletype operators, or from colleagues, who intercepted messages by various means. All of these messages were handed to the Controller on various bits of paper, which were on official forms from teletype operators, or sundry little pieces of papers from cut-to-pieces office stationery.
The Controller’s main task was to record on the ruled sheet of paper in front of him the expected or actual times of airplanes above the numerous radio navigational points in his area (on the diagram above they are Brno, Nitra and Štúrovo). From the information recorded in front of him he would allocate flight levels to the airplanes so that minimum prescribed separation between all flights is ensured.
For clarity diagram and the description in the paragraph above are both severely simplified. Missing are details of airplanes (call sign, airline, from-and-to, flight level, etc.), and many radio navigational and other points (Sliač, Jelšava, Košice, Poprad, Dubové, Jablonka, etc.). Many radio-navigational points were known by their Morse code call signs: for instance, Štúrovo was known as OKI, i.e. ---/-.-/.., Nitra as NIT, etc.
The graphic system based on the diagram above was used up to the year (about) 1965, when it was superseded by the so-called Strip system. In this system the information about airplanes was written on pre-printed strips of hard paper, inserted into holders and laid according to the time on a slanting board in front of the Controller (thank you, Marek Sibik):
And how the Office looks today (thank you, Pavel B.):



(9) Air traffic control (1/7).


Beginnings.
I started as an air traffic controller at the international airport Bratislava-Ivanka in October 1960. For a few months I worked at the tower, and in January 1961, I joined the group of budding air traffic controllers in Prague, who were there in the course that started back in August 1960. After the course I was placed to the Area Air Traffic Control Centre in Bratislava. The airport towers were responsible for the air traffic around the airports (Bratislava, Piešt'any, Sliač, Poprad and Košice) to about 30 kilometres diameter, and to 3000 metres height. The Area ATC was responsible for the air traffic over the entire territory of Slovakia, with the exception of the airport areas.
People in the course were “from the streets”, i.e. without any experience in aviation. The personnel at the Area Control Centre were similar; a few of them used to work previously as telegraph operators.
Pictured below are the students at the air traffic control course at the airport Prague-Ruzyně in 1960-61:
Front row l-r: Janáč (standing with briefcase), Hajdin, Šibík, Chlán, Múdry, Vadovič, Hurtík.
Rear row l-r: Mieszczak (with briefcase), Krigler, ??, Mikuš, Verner, Štefáček, ??, ??, Košan, Chudomel, ??, Hatvani (hidden behind the cap), ??, Zeman, ??, Komínek, ??, ??
Missing from this picture, as far as I remember: Drgo, Horňák, Šimurka a Vechter, all from Slovakia.
About half of us were from Slovakia (apart from one the entire front row, plus a few in the rear). The lecturers in the course were Czechs, and I was able to observe certain communication problem. The Slovakians from along the border with the Czech part of the country, or those who spent some time in the Czech environment were familiar with the Czech language. As to me, Czech language was my mother’s tongue. The remainder of Slovakians, especially those from central and eastern Slovakia, understood Czech language but scantily. All the textbooks and literature provided to us were written in the Czech language. The Slovaks were lagging in discussions, where they were viewed as somewhat backward, especially because they were trying to speak slowly and distinctly to make their Czech brethren to understand better.

At the time the country received new president, Antonín Novotný, until then secretary of the ruling communist party. Being Czech he was not kindly received by the Slovakians in our course, who were expecting the Slovakian prime minister, Viliam Široký, to receive the (largely ceremonial) post. Knowing about Široký enough to be sceptical about his ability I kept my cool. When working as a land surveyor I spent half a day in the villa of Široký family in Bratislava, where I heard many an unpleasant thing about this black sheep of the family (and also from Gustl, my aide at the time); therefore, Novotný was to me more acceptable than Široký, although these communist apparatchiks were all tarred by the same brush.
In the following years I heard similar complaints about the Czech language from the new graduates of the courses in Prague, and I began to promote the idea of organising such courses in Slovakia, and in Slovakian language. I was experienced enough, for I was running similar courses for pilots at the aero club of Vajnory, and in similar subjects: in about 1966 we ran one such course at the airport of Ivanka, where I lectured in about five subjects.
I realised almost immediately that the task was a bit beyond our ability, both professionally and organisationally – for instance, in those days it was almost impossible to copy any written material. I tried to ask for help elsewhere.

I tried to enlist help from my former Alma Mater: in 1961-63 I studied briefly part-time at the Transport university in Žilina. The course was called Economy and Management of Air Transport (or similar). As it consisted of studying Soviet methods of such management, I ceased attending; it was worthless and waste of time. I wrote a letter to the Dean of my old faculty, outlining our efforts and our problems, with a plea for help. Two weeks after posting the letter I asked his secretary for an audience with him.
I did not get very far, for he chased me away from his doorstep with loud abuses: such a poor student had the temerity to annoy Him with something so outrageous!

As well, in my humble opinion at the time, I thought that air traffic controllers should possess some practical experience of flying. When I settled down in the office, I began talking some pilots from my aero club to apply for the positions of air traffic controllers. We gained for the ATC (and for the Ivanka Tower as well, I think) some 12 powered airplanes pilots. I honestly tried to evaluate each and every of them for their aptitude for the job, but some of them eventually turned out not to be up to the task, and either dropped out, or toiled valiantly at something that was a little beyond their ability. It seemed to me that an air traffic controller needs to be in possession of something more, and that “something” was for me difficult to define. After the first ten I refrained from trying to rope a few more in.
Here are some of those from the first “batch”, whom I managed to get to my office at the Area Control Centre Bratislava. They were excellent pilots, and they turned out to be excellent air traffic controllers as well:
They are the third, fourth and fifth from the left:  Laco Žemla, Karolko Žilinský and Ivan Weiss. First from the left is Švancar, a glider pilot, on the extreme right is Groh; second from left is Ivan Pucher, a gifted and quality pilot. I was thinking of getting him as well, but for some reasons it did not happen.

Ivan Weiss is retired after many years as professional pilot, and still flies on occasions with his son, a captain on B737 with the Czech Airlines. Laco and Karolko are dead: Lacko was killed during aerobatic at Očová, Karolko during landing his air taxi L-200 at Sliač in difficult weather conditions – may the Heaven of Airmen be kind to you, friends!
In the next article I'll make an attempt to explain the ins and outs of the air traffic control at the time.

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Recently I discovered my handwritten notes from 1973, which I wrote as a preparation for my future Memoirs. I left out a few paragraphs from those notes from some forgotten waters, so I am attaching them here.

In 1967 I was at the airport in Prague, where I met one of my acquaintances, Zdeněk Pohl, who worked at  the State Aviation Administration, in the corridor: "So you Slovaks finally got it!". It turned out that it was decided to move the training of new air traffic controllers from Slovakia to a course in Bratislava. I didn't know anything about it and at home in Bratislava our bosses only confirmed it to me: courses for new intakes from Slovakia were supposed to be taught in Bratislava from 1968.

I was extremely busy at the time, and after the initial enthusiasm, I forgot about it.

One day in June 1968, I came to work and discovered that an unknown young man was sitting next to the radar operator in my in my office. I asked the shift manager who he was and I was told that he was a new worker and as of today he was in training.  I went to the bosses’ office, where it was confirmed to me, and when I asked when they were going to start in the course, and where, and how, it was nicely explained to me in their village dialect that "oh, you have it all here, and do it." "Even from tomorrow?" I asked. "If you so desire then from tomorrow." This was their formal way of appointing me as the head of a six-month long course for "dispatchers", as we were then called.

I discovered that there were about 7 or 8 of the new "dispatchers in training", all newcomers who had signed up for an advertisement in the newspaper; none of them were from aviation.

I went to the bosses again and asked where we were supposed to be. The answer was that "where you wish?" I found two empty rooms under the airport tower, but they were cluttered with junk. I asked the bosses to have it cleaned up and they nodded reluctantly.

The next day I had a day off and I invited those 7 or 8 young men there for eight in the morning. They came, but the rooms were untouched, still cluttered. It was a nice day in June 1968, one of the young men, by the name of Zezulka, had an old car (Hillman Minx), we all stuffed ourselves into it and went to nearby Zlaté piesky lake. There we sat in the grass, the young men went for a swim and I scribbled my first lecture on a piece of paper. It was about meteorology, which I knew almost by accident from lecturing in our Vajnory aero club courses. And so, we spent a good four hours there, then we went to the canteen on Ivanka for lunch and after that the new "dispatchers in training" dispersed to their assigned offices.

On the second and third day I was on duty, so we met again on the fourth day. The rooms were still untidy, we were sitting (I think) in the canteen. I don't remember what I lectured them for four hours, unfortunately...

And unfortunately, that was the end of our courses, because my July and August 1968 were so busy that I barely had time to go to the bathroom. And at the end of August of the same year, I was on my way to Australia with my wife and two small children.

Many years later, it was added that courses for new "air traffic controllers" from Slovakia were held every year at the airport in Poprad and the lecturers were mostly - Czechs. A few years later, they were finally moved to where they had belonged for the last 50 years – to the Faculty of Aeronautics in Žilina.

When I had been abroad for many years and was reading my first texts written on my first computer in1985 (Apple Macintosh 128), a prosaic idea came to my mind, connected with "remuneration for work", as salaries were then called. "Rewards", as if a person were only "rewarded" for what he does...

I was "rewarded" as a dispatcher of the lowest class; I worked on the improvement of our TOTALLY non-compliant radiocommunication equipment according to the law – without "remuneration"; I fought at the headquarters in Prague for the relocation of courses for new "dispatchers" from Czech Prague to Slovak Bratislava (for many Slovaks struggled with the Czech language); I volunteered to be the organizer of these courses; I proposed  to the Žilina University of Transport to take over these courses at their level (aviation "dispatchers" were supposed to have a university degree according to the law – NONE of us had that)... And how was I rewarded for all this? Only as a "dispatcher" of the lowest class! Some of those who started with me a few years previously and did nothing, just went to and from work, were promoted to higher categories of "rewards", became my managers, and made fun of me. In the words of those days, "why do you struggle on your leash so much, you could have been a long way further if you had any sense!".

Many years later, I realized that organizations can be judged not only by the quality of their workers, but also by the quality of those who are not promoted or denied employment.