Muggy Humid Hot Feelings of Despair

So I've been in Europe two months. What sort of impression has this made on me? Absolutely none! Bring on the hedonism!

I was looking at my blog for the first time in two months (more or less) and discovered (shocking!) there was a comment! Who the fuck comments on my blog? James, evidently. Better be Pflager. Where have you been all my life?

I seem to remember coming here back in March, getting off the plane collecting my luggage next to a couple of Americans who were as old as they were Jewish and smirking because they had six man-sized suitcases and all I had was one backpack being hassled by some man in customs who wanted to know "where I'd come from" as if that question had any meaning buying a 26 Kč bus ticket and riding through Slavic Mexico to the Dejvická metro station apologizing to some woman on the subway because I felt like I was carrying around a corpse on my back getting off the train and realizing I wasn't just in some Eastern European shit hole then walking through the streets with golden afternoon light and long dark shadows from Baroque buildings and hearing American voices standing outside 8 Cimburkova and knowing I was here for real.

That was how I came to be.