So Matt came to stay for the week and that was cool, then my Mum turned up for a weekend, so we looked around Prague and went to the State Opera and watched La Traviata, then ate vegetarian food and so on. It was all damn good.
That’s a quick summary, there have been many other things I’ve forgotten.
Yesterday we went to see the football. Sparta beat Zizkov, shame. The Zizkov players aren’t shaving until they win again. They’ve got designer stubble right now, but they’d better win before they get goaties or they’ll be relegated.
On the tram back home there was a guy with a notepad writing down descriptions of what he saw around him at each tram stop. For beloved holy Husinecka he wrote that there were ‘dram communist buildings, no sign of life or culture.’ I was going to give him a slap but I thought nah.
Sometimes I try to fool myself that Prague is my place, but the Czechs can’t wait to get out of it. It’s easy for me because I can make money and move to whatever country and generally do what I want. I don’t want to be like the girl in Common People, thinking everything is cool when it’s not for the real inhabitants. Crumbling Victorian buildings are nice to look at but not great to live in. It’s not such a laugh at all. This is why I’m not living here forever.
We’ve got two new housemates come Christmas, the altogether very nice Norwegian girls Miriam & Amanda. We need someone to move in within the week, though. Trying not to panic unnecessarily but it’s not good at all.
Meanwhile, further stupid stuff: