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[vicnicasi]

Our third week in Prague

Our internship in Prague is coming to an end. In the blog, I am going to show you some more of what we did last weekend and this week. The Ice Hockey World Cup is currently underway and this happens to be organised in Prague. We went to a pub on Saturday and watched the game between Canada and Finland live on TV. That's well worth a look. Sunday we went boating on the Vltava in the afternoon and then went further into the city to explore it some more. On Monday, Fane & I had a day off. We then took the tram to different places to visit things. Tuesday was back to work. We had received the results of the survey, so we started processing them. On Wednesday, we then started working on the Powerpoint we had to present to the teachers today. This was an exercise because we have to do this for the boss of C9 tomorrow. Our colleague Nico had told us that there is a very nice park next to our company. We went here after work. We also visited the Jan Žižka z Trocnova statue. It was very big. After this, we went home and had something to eat at a local restaurant.

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Sur le fleuve Vlatva, à la tombée du soleil,

De nombreux corbeaux de mer se rassemblent.

Sans un cri, en silence, ils s’alignent et veillent.

Posées sur la jetée, ils se reposent ensembles.

Demain sera une journée généreuse et sympathique,

Les cormorans reprendront leur ballet aquatique.

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“Voir le pays du matin calme

Aller pêcher au cormoran

Et m'enivrer de vin de palme

En écoutant chanter le vent.” Pierre Dimey Syracuse.

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[jack-the-bussy-slayer]

Slightly obsessed with a line from Osian Owen’s ‘Haul’- “Ym Mhrâg y diwrnod hwnnw dychmygaf fod yr haul/ mewn ffrwgwd â’r cymlymau, a bod yr haul wedu curo./ Dychmygaf dy fod dithau ar y bont yn syllu ar/ y Vlatva’n bragu’n gwrw budur./ A dychmygaf, mai yn fanno y penderfynaist roi’r mymryn lleiaf o eli haul ar gongol pella’r cerdyn post…”

(In Prauge that day I imagine that the sun was in a struggle with the clouds, and that the sun had won. I imagine that you were on the bridge gazing at the Vlatva churning like dirty beer. And I imagine that is was here that you decided to put the tiniest smear of sun lotion on the very edge of the postcard...)

The yearning of wishing so hard for the person you love, looking for little signs of them- the tiniest smear of suncream must be a sign from the, a reciprocation of your own feelings- and the ultimate knowledge that it means nothing at all.

[dominique44000]

Le Château de Prague vu sur la rive opposée de la Vlatva ou Moldau. De très bons souvenirs de ce passage a Prague 06/2022 Dominique Dubois #chateau #chateaudeprague #prague #republiquetcheque #rivière #vlatava #moldau #souvenir #urbanphotography #voyage #igerseurope https://www.instagram.com/p/Cldcg0Bt7NZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[greenbagjosh]

13 July 1997 - humanoids on the Prague tower, Václavské Námesti Warsaw Pact Invasion boulevard, duty free open up to 7 PM at Zelezna Ruda

Sunday 13 July 1997

Hi everyone!  Ahoj všichni!

I had spent the previous night in Prague, and have woken up in a youth hostel.  I did not plan to spend the night in Prague, but I managed just fine.  I would have to return to Munich by train, leaving no later than 1:30 PM so that I could return to the German border by 7 PM.  

About 7 AM I woke up, took a shower, and had breakfast before checking out.  On the TV there was a funny television show that ended by showing a kitten in a carrier.  I could not understand what anyone was saying, given that the program was in Czech.

I took my backpack, and proceeded to Mustek metro station and took the Line A to Muzeum to change to the Line C.  I had to check the time at Hlavní Nádrazí that the train would leave, and I confirmed it would be just after 1:30 PM.  I took the Line C to the northern end at Holesovice Nádrazí, which was the Holesovice rail station.  Such trains would normally travel in the direction of Usti nad Labem and eventually Dresden in Germany.  Some would also go north and then east to Brno.  Then I took Line C back to Muzeum to change to the Line A.  I wanted to visit the Prague Tower, which was located at the Jirího z Podébrad station.  That is one of the deepest stations on the Line A.  From there, I had to walk to teh Zizkovská televizni véz.  That was the tower entrance.  It opened at 9 AM.  A ride up cost about 35 KC.  The restaurant would open about 11 AM.  The tower has strange forms of juvenile humans climbing the tower, about ten of them at various positions.  The tower has a very nice panoramic view, particularly towards the Vlatva, and you can also see Hlavní Nádrazí and Holesovice stations.  I had a snack just as the restaurant was opening, before leaving.  

Unfortunately I do not remember what else I did after the tower visit, except ride the Line A for a while, as far as Hradcanská.  Starométská was boarded up and the train passed by slowly.  I returned and alighted at Muzeum, walked along Wenceslas Street or Václavské Námesti, up and down.  In 1968 and 1989, that was the site for the Warsaw Pact invasion of Czechoslovakia, as well as the Velvet Revolution in protest of the Communist regime.

After passing by the Statue of Saint Wenceslas, I walked northeast along Wilsonova to the Hlavní Nádrazí and was at the station about 1:15 PM, in time to find the track where the train to Pilsen would depart from.  I was in an eight-person compartment where the seats were small enough to fit four to a row, and passengers would have one armrest at one side.  The train left at 1:35 PM for Pilsen.  It took about an hour to arrive at Pilsen, at 2:40 PM.  The conductor did not notice my ticket expiration as it was purchased the day before, and to him it did not matter.  I had about an hour and a half until the connecting train to Bayerisch Eisenstein.  

The train to Bayerisch Eisenstein would depart from Klatovy about 5:30 PM.  I boarded the 4:30 PM train to Ceske Budejovice (Budweis).  The conductor on that train found my Pilsen to Bayerisch Eisenstein to be expired, as it was meant to be used the same day.  He fined me 50 KC and that was the end of the matter.  He did tell me to change trains at Klatovy for Bayerisch Eisenstein.  At Klatovy, the 6 PM train back to Bayerisch Eisenstein would be a 1960s diesel multiple unit.  It took almost an hour to arrive at Bayerisch Eisenstein.  Before crossing into Germany, many people were stopping at the Duty Free kiosk but the lady who ran it was about to close for the evening.  I was able to buy a bottle or two of slivovitz.  I should also have ordered something to eat at Bayerisch Eisenstein on the German side, as the Plattling snack bar would not have any hot food available.

The ride from Bayerisch Eisenstein took about an hour to arrive at Plattling.  Plattling would be where I would catch the train to München Hbf through Landshut and Freising.  The train came about 8 PM and it took about an hour to end at München Hbf.  I took the U2 to Silberhornstraße and the bus to St. Quirin Platz, and was glad to be home.  It was a nice weekend in Prague and Pilsen, and if I were to return to Prague, I would plan better for the next year, in terms of buying a ticket, so it would not expire.

That was my weekend on 12th and 13th July 1997.  The next story will be the 18th, 19th and 20th July 1997, when I visit Hamburg for the first time (my second time would be 8th to 9th November 2002 and a train transfer on 11th November 2002).  Hope you will join me then.

Dobrou noc!  Gute Nacht!

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[your-lawyer-is-a-bunny]

swan and Vlatva

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PRAGUE

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Vlatva River, Czech Republic

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[film-120]

Prague 2016 XXXVI by __Daniele__

[diogofalmeida]

Fuji Neopan 400.

Prague, Czech Republic.

July, 2015.

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[dominique44000]

Vaclav Havel Street art sur les bords de la Vlatva ou Moldau Prague. 06 /2022 Dominique Dubois #vaclavhavel #prague #republiquetcheque#vlatva #moldau #streetart #streetartprague #urbanart #urbanstreetart #urbanphotography #photoderue #igersstreetart https://www.instagram.com/p/CjpTU0Rt9Sd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[asylum2021]

"Woman as a River Between Borders" by Sheryl Luna

 I. The Chihuahua Desert I rose early to wash the desert grime, watch the unearthly flight of doves, the way pigeons were poisoned incorrectly or how an elephant was beaten with a stick. This is the way of beginnings, women charmed by fits of language, the cadence of bees around garbage cans, the laughter of grackles, hot sun baking Coca-Cola to sidewalks. Tumbleweeds and arroyos hush day-long trips through barrios. I am sand. My eyes grainy, tears brown, and what of the different tones of bees or flies, how a sting can kill us? I’m speaking the language of smokers, lung-full and wary, breathing a refinery chore, my eyes black pits, Historically I was fruit, voluptuous and campy, some might say exotic, cheekbones native, my hips swaying.  II. The Rio Grande I grew into the silence of third person, a landscape, a mesa. I flew hard into the silence of gray smog, my chest burning, my throat dry with the songs of women with sagging faces, children strapped to their bent backs. They have become a river metaphor, a border, a soulless chant to believers. Maquiladora workers slain and buried in shallow graves. My palms refuse to fold in prayer and god giggles in my red ears. Sand pecks my skin like a drum roll in the hot wind. The march of children, their backpacks plastic, the way they see color a mystery, a dance, the shapes of clouds, an elephant, a dove, a long-lost dog. They sing song their way past the factory-circus. III. The Potomac Years later I loved a blank-faced man in tweed who drank espresso and ate bagels in a deli outside Washington D.C. His pale face mirrored in the glass at a video-store where he grumbled artless and unfilled by the hurried ache of cicadas. His first and last job in the world of mundane labor. He was all red hair; his voice bellowed. Was it the seventh or tenth year he dubbed my language, subtitled my screens? Windows on the metro metalled sand tunneled. I lost the desert dance of blood, half-forgot the closed copper mine, the way the border’s earth is lead-filled and sullen.  IV. The Vlatva Awed by cathedrals in Paris, then Prague, I was the archangel of rage with my book-bag, a wordless hum. I began to speak with my hands, my eyes Slavic dark, searching. I worshipped fat swans along the thick river taking in the green wondering why I had been blessed by such beauty. I sensed him in a snowdrift of words historically divine. And what was he or I in this world? I didn’t see the gold specks in his eyes, the way poetry became his glory, full of fan-fare and the strife of strip malls. And here, envying his pristine days, the way the books never cover his mouth, our hearts pump separately to the rhythm of loss.

Sheryl Luna, “Woman as a River Between Borders” from Pity the Drowned Horses. Copyright © 2005 by Sheryl Luna. Reprinted by permission of Sheryl Luna. Submitted by: Eren

[floatingbook]

Exploration list #19

Some things to read, watch or listen to and then ponder.

Emma John’s experience of spinsterhood.

Ce documentaire sur la Vlatva (et son pendant musical).

The effects of singlehood on intergration and isolation, discussed by Natalia Sarkisian and Naomi Gerstel.

The story of Keira Bell.

Women of Saudi Arabia sharing a glimpse of their lives under male guardianship.

Science is rife with bias against females: an example in ornithology.