I was in Masarykovo nádraží drinking espresso…

… and reading John Grisham’s stylistically atypical The Broker, when I saw loping across the promenade two young guys in ball caps, one white, one Roma.

The white boy was in jeans and a green sweatshirt; the Roma boy in jeans and a red, white, and blue “racing” jacket that matched his cap. They were headed for the door of the casino/fast food joint where I was sitting.

The Roma boy looked familiar and when he walked in . . .

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