prague

Čtvrtek v lednu

Address: Washingtonova in case you’re interested. I have to admit some guilt on this thing, as I am already more focused on the technical writing job at Strom.  I’ve been thinking about it so much, I guess this is just the opening and closing of the respective doors. Had my last meet with Eva today, who told me about the terrible things still being done to Gypsies in the Czech Republic in the small towns outside of Prague. It destroys…

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Winter wine and dance

Praha v zimě, Prague in the winter, is better for going out, meeting friends and drinking grog.  Every street corner in Old town now sells the heated wine with cinnamon and clove. Velvety tapestries of Prague Czech language rolls and falls in the background as I sit in smoky indulgence having Svarene vino (hot wine) and medovnik (honey cake), before hopping on the tramva  to my warm flat to rest before going out later. The ancient architecture make me feel like…

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Language of Anomie

Different to have to struggle so hard for each sentence.  It is extremely good for me to have that and speaking other languages gives a sense of anonymity which I crave… Prague gives me the anonymity I once sought, but like most other affectations, I didn’t like it so much once I got there. To be anonymous is like being invisible or conditionally ignored.  To be seen as an object, a foreign concept that is both alluring and insidious at…

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American gypsy

The following class we picked up with the Indians at Thanksgiving theme.  Marcel was most attentive.  Asking me to describe Indians, the class was eager to have first hand information from a real Indian. I had done a great deal of thinking and preparation for this class trying to articulate the most accurate symbolism I could find, yet I had little understanding of the European hatred of the Roma people within their own society. Now, if I was to make…

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American indian

November, cold and bleary, hard to understand why things work as they do.  The beginning of my understanding of some of the Czech systematic segregation and repression of their own people was a gradual process for me and the realization fell upon me like wet cement… I may have never mentioned my Native American Indian heritage to the government class except for trying to make a good impression on the French-speaking Marcel with long eyelashes and a habit of falling…

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Haunted house

The dirty dancing soundtrack intermixed with talking heads, bangles, and Cyndi lauper.  Wherever I am in Europe, this mix seems assured.  I love them now like I did back then. I came back from Italy broke but happy and trying to find the right combination of food here is best done with fruits and vegetables.  I know what they are and don’t have to try to guess the contents by the pictures on the package. Best time for a health kick. Found…

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Nové Město to Vinohrady

Somehow while I was gone it became autumn here.  Enchantment settles upon me again as I sit at a café on the way to Unicorn.  Nusle doesn’t have that many cafes but I chose this Italian one, because I miss Calabria already. I jumped back into my teaching as if no time had passed.  I only have a few minutes, here, but it seems long right now. The past two days have thrown my whole being out of whack.  Gone…

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Flat Fiasco

So, I moved to another really nice part of town, near Nam Miru, into a two room castle compared to my one-room deal in Mala Strana.  It took three and a half trips to move my luggage, but the trams ran right between the two places, within a block of the tram stop at each end, so my actual street time was very little. It was nice to have some amenities back.  I finally had a washer, (dryers, it seems,…

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Cheb

September was when I first ventured out into the Czech countryside alone, visiting mountains and small towns. Sitting on the train to Cheb, the 8:15 I caught after closing up my new apartment near Namesti Miru, I started to relax a little for the first time in several weeks of running non-stop. I sit here listening to the screech of wheels on the traintracks, feeling the chill September wind sweeping into this train car. I had raced for the train,…

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Petrin Hill

The stone stairways going up to fort and older castle ruins atop the hills, lies the observatory, for watching the splendor of the ever changing skies in greater detail.  I walked there last night, my first visit.  I found an enchanted garden and a magic workshop gallery.  In a house in the forest, like fairy tales of Hansel and Gretel finding the witches cottage deep within the woods. The thicker growths of summer leaves, at their fullest spreading over the jade and…

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