another almost-a-month-report (that one’s much bigger)


yes, i’m postponing the post again. yes, i did promise you to post the post without any postmodernal and posterial postponing, but with all postindustrial and posturing posthaste. and, yes, here i am, postnataly, poswary postponing posting the post.

however, now i am here and i am now and you can’t escape and you can’t hide.

i apologise one more time for not reporting every second of my being here, in this fantabulously cozy fatherland of such great persons and personalities with unbearable names, as Jaroslav Hašek, Krtek and Hurvínek. i tried to recollect as much as possible, revised some drafts made on the go, and this is the best i came up with. to make understanding my existence easier for you, i divided the three-weeks period into several parts: setting off, my adventures in Prague, settling in and daily hustles and bustles.

and, by the way, i did manage to fail the last Friday test. got 16.5 points out of 31 possible. stipid fat cowish dumphead.

So, come with us now on a journey through time and space… Continue reading

#not belonging to russia anymore

Hey dudes

Here I am, standing in the Prague airport and trying to think. Failing in such a difficult task.

My parents are so proud of me. Or, at least, pretend they are. I did most of the work completely alone, positioning myself as a mature and sophisticated creature, which, of course I am not. Of course I’m just a child. Have always been. Will always be. I may look like an adult, but that’s just a disguise. As if I looked as a mouse going squeak squeak squeak in a high-pitched mousy voice. Remember that.

Take care,