I slept all 4 hours the bus drove from Bratislava to Prague; I opened my eyes about 10 minutes before arriving to the bus station. We were crossing a bridge; I got the first glimpse of Prague and thought I had woken up in a fairy tale.
The time gap between deciding to go and my actual going was 3 days. It is the most unorganized trip I've ever done and, more than any other before, it was based on the kindness of strangers: someone lent me a map, someone shared tips, someone drove me around, someone took me to his favorite spots... So, I did find my way around but, not having expectations and not rushing to museums and landmarks, allowed me to feel every single moment and see it all through a child's eyes, totally unprepared, innocent, amazed.
The time gap between deciding to go and my actual going was 3 days. It is the most unorganized trip I've ever done and, more than any other before, it was based on the kindness of strangers: someone lent me a map, someone shared tips, someone drove me around, someone took me to his favorite spots... So, I did find my way around but, not having expectations and not rushing to museums and landmarks, allowed me to feel every single moment and see it all through a child's eyes, totally unprepared, innocent, amazed.
I wandered in a misty park overlooking Prague and the river, talking about scripts and meanings, listening to strange stories, searching in tree trunks for lost treasures - that wasn't real life, I was in one of those movies you see, love and forget as time goes by but remain stored somewhere in the memory.
I also attended New Europe 2009, a Contemporary Dance Festival. I must admit, after a few bad experiences, these new forms of art scare me and I tend to avoid them, thank god they persuaded me to go! Some of it made me think, some of it made me laugh, some of it made me sleepy but nothing moved me as much as the last performance - it started funny and, gradually and powerfully, moved to the tragic ending; it was out of pure embarrassment I managed not to cry my eyes out. It took me some 20 minutes to recover and say a few words about it, and still, my eyes filled with tears.
I also attended New Europe 2009, a Contemporary Dance Festival. I must admit, after a few bad experiences, these new forms of art scare me and I tend to avoid them, thank god they persuaded me to go! Some of it made me think, some of it made me laugh, some of it made me sleepy but nothing moved me as much as the last performance - it started funny and, gradually and powerfully, moved to the tragic ending; it was out of pure embarrassment I managed not to cry my eyes out. It took me some 20 minutes to recover and say a few words about it, and still, my eyes filled with tears.
Some other special things I did:
- Went to a Mongolian restaurant and cried over a spicy shrimp soup.
- Drank tequila shots with salt and lemon, sitting with a Czech and a black Russian around a half-lit kitchen table.
- Went to an Erasmus party and, surprisingly enough, met a Polish whose first degree was on Greek Philology.
- Read Hemingway's For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Drank buckets of tea.
- Cursed the incompetence of my camera.
- Went for 3 days, stayed almost one week.
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