Before we left the station, Miro and Laco wanted something to eat and while we were waiting in line at one of the many fast-food kiosks that line the central corridor leading out of the station, up staggered the Czech punter whom Pavel had ditched to come with me.
There was a brief burst of agitated Czech and frustrated English translation from Miro. The punter was pissed off and wanted to come with us. He seemed unconcerned that we . . .
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