Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Dear Prague,

I love you. Even though I curse at your cobble stones and ill-marked streets and alleyways, I love you. I only have three more days with you, so it would be fantastic if you would drop the whole mysterious "I make no sense to anyone" thing you have going on. Don't get me wrong, it's nice and it suits you, but not so much with the time I have to leave quickly approaching.


Sunday, July 19, 2009

Prihlasit Se

Haven't been doing much of that. I just got back from Krakow and Auschwitz. It was intense to say the least and the most obvious. I am now going to just work on a painting here at the Kolej and hope I don't dream of large piles of small shoes tonight.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


I'm making a day trip to Moravsky Krumlov to get a glimpse of his Slav Epics. I'll try to post images when I can.

Reports of my death...

...will be exaggerated and perpetuated by myself if it means I can stay here. I will find a way. Europe is beautiful. London is crazy crowded. Prague is exceeding all my expectations. I've ventured to see fairy tale towns and out of the way castles and every postcard is not good enough. I have never enjoyed getting lost so much or regretted a lack of fluency in a slav language more. Most Czechs can speak any slav language. Slovak, Russian, Polish, Balkan slav and a bit of German depending on their area/generation. I speak "anglicky" only and make the locals laugh with my pantomimes and butchering of their language. For example, "r" sounds have a z-h-a sound mixed into it. Like a harsh spanish trill. They love their consonants here and will use them all before thinking to buy a vowel.

Tomorrow I leave for Vienna, the following weekend Krakow (pronounced: Krakov here). Pictures will follow this post after this weekend and I have a chance to actually look at them. I leave you with this pulled image of Cesky Krumlov.