Czechs count Karel
A colorful crowd of people at the airport of Banjul, the capital of the Gambia, makes noise, dances, waves, flows around foreigners standing in line for passport control, smelling spirits with spirits. Rubbed jeans and colorful skirts, strict gray suits and traditional men’s long-necked shirts, multi-colored women’s scarves and hijabs – the arrival hall looks more like a carnival square. Continue reading
If a lesson can be learned from Greek mythology, full of touchy gods and arrogant heroes, this is the only thing: it is important to have powerful patrons in life. Therefore, when in 1981 the European Economic Community accepted Greece into its membership and began distributing to its cities welcome bonuses for painting facades and restoration of monasteries, the country sighed with relief: now you can live. Fast tourist drachma ousted the long agricultural drachma, the goats stopped milking, and the olives reap. After all, the European Union demands many new victims from among the local types of cheese and endemic varieties of vegetables. Continue reading
For every real Prague citizen, the most tender month of spring begins with these lines from the poem “May” by Karel Hynek Makhi:
It was a late evening – young May,
Evening hour – languishing hour.
And the doves love voice
It sounded disturbing the dark guy. Continue reading