something like a travelogue: socolari + moldova nouă

Day Two “Oh no, you better head on tomorrow.” One of the three men’s voices sounds a bit melodic. He’s either drunk or it’s his English. I guess it’s the former since the three of them look to me as some city types on a holiday in the village. Lukáš tries to interrogate them more…

something like a travelogue: setting off + timișoara

Day One As always, we don’t set off exactly on time. I have put Juley to sleep in the usual way and I’m now taking him outside. Of course he wakes up. There’s little space in the car. I try to ignore that fact. Here are Lukáš’s parents, without whom we wouldn’t have been likely…

making life – part III

Week Twenty-Eight As unbelievably as it might sound, I’m starting something like a real job only after my seventh month begins. At that time some pregnant women already finish theirs. I’m going to be a barista at a new café which the local centre for mothers and children is opening in the town. This week…

making life – part II

Week Thirteen Christmas Eve. We’re sitting in the gloomy kitchen – I, Lukaš, Weiss (the cat), I. And Y., watching The Jungle Book and preparing things for dinner. The flat we moved in isn’t particularly nice. I can’t imagine us staying there and I don’t have to – that’s not the plan. The only thing…

making life – part I

Day Zero It’s already nighttime when we set off from Plovdiv. I still can’t believe all this time I had been thinking it was 23 September. It wasn’t before the evening drew to a close that I realised why almost none of the locations from the Night of the Museums program were opened. It had…

the wedding (part two: high tides and low tides)

The tale of my wedding should start with the engagement. And, just like the wedding itself, it’s contradictory. Completely true and painful with the fact it had to happen thrice. Our engagement is a story about mistakes and the love that has the power to undo them. About strength and weakness. About high and low…

a (visual) curtsy to the last two years

Dear last two years, I can’t say you were wonderful. 2015 especially. Yes, especially you. 2014 sent me to a “new life” but its expectations were too great. Did I disappoint you, 2014, when I failed to open my arms to all those new people, a bit fairer, a bit… other; when I began a…

a farewell letter to the city i didn’t love

Hello. Yes, it’s me. I’m still here. It’s been a long time since I last walked the strees of your hills. I haven’t cycled along the river recently. I haven’t taken you photographs. I’m sorry. It’s been almost two years since the day I arrived in you, a big rucksack on my back. I apologise. I…

ephemeral habitats

Not accidentally, this is the name of a not so well carried out but nonetheless carried out mini project of mine, inspired by the flat Ksenia used to inhabit in Celle as well as by her comment that it wasn’t her home. I’m not like her in this respect. I remember Rumi telling me once that…

Love, humility, sunlet

* I am going to do something really bold here and that is adjusting English vocabulary to my own taste. This post is about the lyrics of a song that plays a lot with Czech diminutives. There is no other way I can think of which English uses to express such diminutives other than the…

Agamonitsa does sports!

Last weekend I took another step towards my integration in Czech Republic – I skied. Naturally, the experience was a mixture of having fun and making a fool of myself. To start with, I had no idea we were going to ski. I thought we were just going to spend a nice and cosy weekend…