Prague, oh how I love thee. I now sit in the A&O Hostel in Zoologischer Garden station in Berlin and I'm reminded of all that is bad in Europe: the bad techno incessant on every street corner, the ultracommercialization where McDonalds flank McDonalds, and the roving packs of wild drunken angru red faced Americans with a few straglly Aussies thrown in to keep the blood mixed. Yet, the memories of Prague still linger fresh in my minds eye and obliterate all the Berlinisch kitsch. What a fantastic city. What wonderful people, what beautiful women, what life coursed through my veins if but for a few hours. Hours spent in smokey discos, shoted conversations in English and whatever else dropped by, how cleansing that dirty world wsa to my soul. What power I felt.
(written Jan. 2004)
(written Jan. 2004)