I’m writing this post in the only open Internet cafe in Prague, I think. I hate fuckin’ holidays. (Except when I drink.) My head is hot and a bit sloshy from 4 hastily consumed Staropramen at a very cheap bufet in Anděl: 16 Kč for half a . . . Sorry, but this content is restricted to […]
That invitation is a literal translation from Czech to English. I have tried to explain to Czechs that, although an English speaker will understand it, more or less, the question will strike most as strangely worded and funny. “Beer is not a place, although I’d like it to be,” I told Mira, the boy at
Laco came back from his biznis with Clint a very happy boy. He told me he came three times and that Clint was very pleased with him. Oh, and there’s the 1000 Kč in his pocket of course. Since Laco is sharing his money with Miro (they are officially an item now, if not an
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