Wednesday, March 13, 2013
(14) Air traffic control (6/7).
(13) Air traffic control (5/7).
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.
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…
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:
(12) Air traffic control (4/7).
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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https://journal.geo.sav.sk/cgg/article/view/107/102
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).
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.
(10) Air traffic control (2/7).
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):
(9) Air traffic control (1/7).
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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.




