Prague ♥

It was love at first sight.

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.

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.

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.
  

In Nis, twice

These last two months, I went to Nis twice. Neither of them was my first visit to the city. First time, I went to Nis in April, as a part of my Balkan tour. Though I spent there only two days, I managed to see the basics. Went to the Castle, climbed up the wall and looked at Nisava River unfolding at our feet, had a few beers in a bar there after our night wanderings in the city centre, drank a coffee in a park with thermal springs and visited the Skull Tower and the Red Concentration Camp.

This time, I decided to leave the undoubtedly strong past of Nis outside my schedule and mostly concentrated on just being in the city. Not that its past does not influence the present. Nis is a ghost city - the city lights go on and off as if the ghosts' invisible hands play with imaginary switches.

So, what did I do? I felt and lived and was happy, even if this happiness did not last as long as I originally thought (and hoped). The rest, more tangible and easily describable things, might sound irrelevant, maybe uninteresting, but it is because of them that Nis will stay with me.

• The smell of baked peppers; it was ajvar period, there were red peppers everywhere and in the yards, people sitting next to big cauldrons stirred the boiling red pulp.
• The small, narrow cafe that was all inspired and made out of a tram wagon.
• The big underground market that spread under the city centre and the street market next to the Castle, with the unbelievably narrow paths.
• The huge latte that would take me three hours to drink, in a cafe of the Main Square, where me and my laptop would go to work every morning.
• The waitress that asked me to teach her some words in Greek.
• Learnt a few words in Serbian (which I have totally forgotten now).
  
• Missed the chance to climb on a terrace and spend a few moments high above the ground, with some good company and a Drina cigarette.
• Quarreled and almost cried during a sad discussion about the Balkans.
  
• A rainy night, I went to a kind of rock band contest in an underground bar.
• Saw the biggest DVD collection ever.
  

2 Months in Bratislava

So, it's been two months I live in Bratislava (already!), I suppose it's time I said a few things.

Whatever people told me about Bratislava before my coming here was more or less inaccurate. Yes, Bratislava is a small city, but the centre is sweet and cute, all paved, with narrow streets surrounded by old, beautiful buildings with patios that lead from one place to the other. What I most enjoy are the random statues in the streets that I mistook for real people the first days. I can still stand the cold (or I got used to it, or I froze and went numb and don't feel it anymore). It snowed only once, in November - it was 3 in the morning, we were in the empty centre, all old buildings were lit, some candles were left in the corners of the streets (it was All Souls' Day the previous day) and the snowflakes were dancing around in the silence; it was beautiful.

I live not so far from the city centre, in a cute house (that looks like it has jumped out of some IKEA catalogue), with my brother. I understand he probably needs time to get used to the new data and I want to be supportive, sometimes though I can't help feeling like I am his mother (definitely not his flatmate!). This can be funny, like when I spent my morning cooking what he had asked, only for him to come home and announce he had already eaten, but it can also be very frustrating - hey, I am not Wonder Woman, I would appreciate some support too! Anyway, at least I have the chance to discover in a safe way what it would be like to have kids and I finally understand (in a much smaller scale) what parents go through - poor people!

The first people I met here were Greeks, but soon I met more and I usually hang out with people from various countries - Slovaks included. I still haven't found a job as I wanted it, but I partially blame my laziness for that. But, as I have kept my book review job, no harm done. I am also trying to figure out what to do with my life in general, now that some new data came up unexpectedly.

And some random things:

• My first days playlist was a non-stop repetition of Tu Cafe, No Hay Nadie Como Tu and Le Vent Nous Portera.
• I usually drink Chestnut Latte.
• I finally finished Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All.
• I went to Cerveny Kamen and almost got lost in the forest.
• I went to a student disco -with white smoke, bubbles etc- where I discovered my inclination to a new dance :)

Some more romance...

Kiss by the Hotel de Ville, Robert Doisneau, 1950

High Fidelity

Top 5 books:

1. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. Sirens of Titan - Kurt Vonnegut
3. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
4. Original Sins - Lisa Alther
5. Lord of the Flies - William Golding

Honorary mentions:
1. Half asleep in our frog pyjamas - Tom Robbins
2. Song of Solomon - Toni Morrison
3. The House of the Spirits - Isabel Allende

Top 5 films:

1. Underground
2. Le Fabuleux destin d' Amelie Poulain
3. Requiem for a Dream
4. Pan's Labyrinth
5. Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

Honorary mentions:
1. Love Actually
2. Mary and Max
3. Cinema Paradiso

Top 5 TV Shows:

1. Friends
2. Sex and the City
3. How I Met Your Mother
   
4. Monk
5. The Big Bang Theory

Honorary mention:
1. Heroes (Season 1 is simply amazing!)

Top 5 (European) Cities:

1. Prague, Czech Republic
2. Montpellier, France
3. Nafplio, Greece
4. Sarajevo, Bosnia & Herzegovina
   
5. Istanbul, Turkey