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Sunday |
| Change is everywhere, even here in
Prague, a city I love in part because it is so
well-preserved. Last night was the last concert at legendary underground film and music venue Klub Delta. We tore it up until dawn. I was introduced to the "magic eye"--a shot of green liqueur dropped whole into a beer. I must've had enough because I split my pants on the dancefloor and hid the fact that I thought I'd broken my ankle by gamely trying to walk it off on the long journey back to the center. I figured if I ignored the pain it would just go away, right? Today, limping to lunch, Sean and I paused to photograph this demo job. Sometimes it's a mistake to stop. A friendly stranger started explaining the history of the building--first a chocolate factory, then a blood laboratory. He lamented the gentrification of the neighborhood--which, in truth, had never really been poor-- and then insisted on buying us beers. It would have been rude to say no so we went along. His intentions became obvious when he invited us back to his place to see his antique beer bottle collection and offered us his extra bedroom any time we wanted to stay in Prague. He was nice enough but we declined and got the fuck out. |
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