Introduction
Moving from Germany to the Czech Republic has been a hit, it was like being suddenly thrown down from first to third class. On the Titanic ..
was enough to cross the border from here to understand that I only needed attention, he returned in the difficult world in which very often I found myself living.
It was a blow, then a shot with a bang: A workbook being positioned "to Cambodia" (because Cambodia is within each of us, underdeveloped) have slipped by me and Rosa riches to rags, or for rather, the grit from the stars .. The bike that goes away, scratching a sore place asphalt, and I follow the bouncing ninja turtle on its shell from which a thousand precautions primomondiste forced me to have , abandoning the vision of a dull gray sky gloomy because and blind because the Czech Republic, ie without mercy.
He stops for a rusty van, the driver looks at me like I'm some shit dry. I will spare because his skin is just that aspect, marked by years of wind, cold and inclement weather on the tractor. Evolution, indeed, the progress of man, led him to leave the camps for civilization and now his tractor also has the windshield wipers.
Rosa is peeled in several places, I less on the body but more on the heart. I can not lift the bike, I hurt inside, screaming help me dry the crap and what remains impassive, given its nature. Compassion (with-passion) is a feeling unknown in these areas used to steady and quiet individual suffering in the camps, more or less kolkhoz, more or less gulag.
I understand that the only solution is to act like them, I have no interest rose, myself, the road and those who wait, and I have no interest of everything, even myself, I start with folded arms on the side of the road, gazing the situation with indifference: no one can go there if Rosa is the center of their little world ..
Then and only then, something is moving: tamarro a mustache with a ponytail and wrinkles on the liver as well off the bus and moans something to me. He does not want to help me (here it does not help anyone!), Simply wants to get out of there. I could not even give a damn and help, I'm a bit 'hit dall'inumanitĂ local, but that is large and continues to bark at me. Rose got up into two: the reflected various ailments, also lost fluids. The traffic starts to flow, no sign of relief, no nod, no sign of vaffa. Only and only indifference.
Rose and I share it with difficulty, Rosa and I want to go back where we came from in Germany, or better yet, at home.
But "there is no evil that good may not be" so our effort is paid off from Prague, a city overflowing beauty of bridges and buildings in the old town of cobbled streets and yellow lights of the street lamps .........
......... not mask outside of it, its "modern" identity Socialist .
What to See / Do
Kafka, Skoda and cafes Ebel. The clock and the Wenceslas Square. Maybe a brewery, pointing out that costs less than water, water, Coca-Cola.
The soulless streets of downtown, easy to remember from the tourist traps.
The daily life of Prague popular with Herna bar where you gamble and win millions of crowns and local topless bar where you spend all that they have won and you put in the middle of the crown.
Living the sexual promiscuity of women strong, healthy and muscular, used to be, used to fight. Women with broad shoulders and angular features, big eyes and as beautiful as the sea.
The beautiful art deco times the central station, under which stands the used market better than I've ever seen (vintage 80s Eastern Europe from mad ... !) and from all walks of toxic under which heat up the dose right next to busy sophisticated gentleman with a hat and enjoy a good chocolate with whipped cream.
sleep
From Bella, my English friend known in Cambodia, living in the English realized the dream of every Erasmus student.
Eating
A piece of "real" pizza in the Roman Pizzeria Giallorossa .
Otherwise the goulash in some bettolaccia for masons.
Entertainment
not walk anywhere and gaze at the center of the madness of local life.
National Spirit
The Becherovka. All kneel before his majesty.
European Spirit
The Czechs do not want to do is get rich and thought that Europe would bring many euros for all their gold on a tractor. They want malls (a nice Conad) and large cars (an SUV Skoda), dress well (Tagliacozzo) and sophisticated food (the fries of McDonald's).
Unfortunately money does not grow on trees and even from underground tubers that are grown in Czech countryside. So now the Czechs are wary, they start to criticize these Europeans who have deluded only to steal women with greater ease and all the other beauties that this place offers fantastic (?).
Yes, we've fucked, Czech.
And now you come knocking on the door to protest, with protruding ears and forehead, and the tuft insalivated hat tightly in his hands.
Books
Henry David Thoreau - Walking
The Word Of Nico
I told you so I do not ever follow the signs but your instinct biker ... But then I must assume that it's true what they say about you around the biker rallies, and that is that you have not really done in the fin-stroke Copenhagen North Cape in 2003 as you told me to get me to treat this column .. . I do not know what to think!