my sme cierni pasazieri.
i've traded the hostel near the Tamizdat office for a cheaper one in Zizkov, on the side of a hill. and things are just getting stranger. last night Bourek and i went to this silly pub and drank beer and ate fried things, and he made fun of the Moravian students sitting at the table across from us and the Americans on the other side of the room, and we yelled in each other's ears because it was too loud inside. and then in the end we both stank of garlic and it was only nine but he took me back to the hostel and went back home to Kostelec. so i sat in the hostel for awhile, talked with the guy who worked there, who was tall and Slovak and had the same name as my father. he took me to a bar and bought me more drinks and then we went to a park and watched the lights turn off in the castle. goodnight, Praha. and then we went back, and ended up spending the night together, in one of the unused double rooms. two little beds pushed together.
i woke up to some Englishman throwing up in the bathroom in the hall. the hostel is full of English people, all happy with their exchange rate and the cheap beer. it's turned out that Americans, as a nation, have become more serious than Europeans; not that we still aren't boorish or loud, but now we walk around foreign parts with a burden on our shoulders. another sign of the post-apocalypse.
my mother emailed me, telling that my father is going to be in London (oh, my glamourous international family) and could maybe fly to Prague to have dinner with me and Caitlin and would that be too much of a hassle? i said, it would be nice but probably too much of a hassle, not mentioning that Caitlin isn't even in Prague and that i still haven't even begun to think about how i'm going to tell my family about this trip, what i've been doing. i've hardly even processed it for myself, much less for my parents.
i woke up to some Englishman throwing up in the bathroom in the hall. the hostel is full of English people, all happy with their exchange rate and the cheap beer. it's turned out that Americans, as a nation, have become more serious than Europeans; not that we still aren't boorish or loud, but now we walk around foreign parts with a burden on our shoulders. another sign of the post-apocalypse.
my mother emailed me, telling that my father is going to be in London (oh, my glamourous international family) and could maybe fly to Prague to have dinner with me and Caitlin and would that be too much of a hassle? i said, it would be nice but probably too much of a hassle, not mentioning that Caitlin isn't even in Prague and that i still haven't even begun to think about how i'm going to tell my family about this trip, what i've been doing. i've hardly even processed it for myself, much less for my parents.