Evening on Václavak


Originally on my life in Prague and my dissertation research on early Czech surrealism. Now it's life in the fast lane. Or is that the slow lane? The passing zone? The No-Doz zone? Please turn off your cell phone in my classroom and turn your full attention to my diverting babble.
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But does the crisp and cool air scare away the drug dealers, prostitutes, and groups of drunk Brits? I suppose it might--I suppose it's difficult for them to stay outdoors and away from an atmosphere of cigarette smoke and stale air. Or does it just allow you overlook their presence?
There are not that many out in the early evening, as you should know.
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