I made it to prague. barely. a night of legal indulgences in amsterdam made me
almost miss my flight. I left my ticket on the hotel dresser and had to
frantically run back to get it. very uncomposed for a world traveler like
myself. the saints on the charles bridge are dogmatic reminders from a catholic
past I never had. beautiful. the river is like glass in the morning, before
the tourist boats truck down it, lazily, serving strange, grain-like alcohol
for a memorable cocktail which is part of the boating experience. I breathe in
the time warp, the city making me feel like I�m stepping cobblestoned back into
an unnamed century.
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