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8 photographers, 8 cities, 24 hours, 1 phone

As originally posted to my Facebook profile, originally doing free marketing for Motorola and another phone that surely takes better pictures than my best friend (my darling 2gb music-playing-phone with a big calendar, also known as “all that I’ll ever need inside my pocket”).

But hey, the idea of the site is awesome. It’s a true pity that someone more popular than myself didn’t post it on Facebook: I’m kinda sure that nobody took a look :( there are also a pair of nice videos…

I’m personally fascinated by each and every city mentioned on the site (ok, not so much about my own): Mexico City, New York, São Paulo, London, Moscow, Mumbai, Beijing and Sydney.

Most interesting is that it’s always possible to guess which city is on each picture; when not, it leads to delightful and unexpected mistakes.

Futuristic São Paulo

Ah, for all of you that think of São Paulo as huge, with modern bridges and actually modern buildings and more to cars than just old VW Beetles, this is something to… make your point when talking to your friends.


What to do in Munich (before or after Oktoberfest)

There are only a few hours left to Oktoberfest. It’s ok for you to enjoy your last liters of beer, but it’s also maybe time to figure out what to do, when the party is over. Given that you’ll stay a bit more in Munich, of course: otherwise, farewell, fellow tourist.

Munich is considered a big city in Germany (actually the country’s third biggest urban concentration), and as such has a lot to offer in terms of job opportunities, entertainment and life in general, throughout all seasons of the year (believe me).

For starters, well, people may get mad at me for this, but I’ll be honest: there is ALWAYS a festival going on, and a festival, in Munich, means pretty much… to have a beer with your friends, outside.

Now I’m gonna talk about festivals. If you want to jump to the normal stuff, please do.

In the beginning of March, there’s the Starkbierfest (strong beer party). It’s pretty much the same as Oktoberfest, if you go to Paulaner’s main pub, for instance. Only much more dangerous because it’s still winter, and the beer is very strong. So, odds are you’ll get yourself overdrunk trying to get warm.

Later on, somewhere in May, there’s the StuStaCulum. It’s a festival held in the middle of the city’s largest student dormitory. It’s veeery cheap (3 euros for all the 4 days), and there’s a huge schedule of music concerts (rock, reggae, pop, hip-hop, …), art expositions and even theater, if I’m not mistaken. And beer. And food. It’s a bit warmer, and a very nice place to meet new people, people you know already, drink beer while eating an apple, you know, this kind of stuff. I particularly like this thing, better than Oktoberfest.

Tollwood 2008 (also Eurocup final)There wasn’t even enough time to get depressed, and there comes Tollwood, a “hippie” market with lots of handmade jewelry, clothes, even with a Navajo tent selling crazy native stuff (the creepy vendor really looks like a Navajo). Lots of music and theater as well, though a bit expensive. It’s located inside the Olympiapark, a very pleasant park. Of course there is food and drinks as well, but as it’s a hippie event, you’ll only find “natural” or “bio” stuff: bio burger, bio yakisoba, bio whatever. Another good place to get together with friends, talk, get a new job… walk around, alone…

After a short break, comes Oktoberfest, which I don’t want to write about again. Not now.

And as autumn goes by, and winter comes again, a variety of Christmas markets pops out in every square. And Winter Tollwood starts (yes, it’s true), this time at the same place where the Oktoberfest is held, Theresienwiese. Because it gets kind of chilly, people prefer drinking hot chocolate or, mostly, hot wine, to make small get-togethers a bit more cheerful. And to avoid getting too depressed with only 8 hours of sunlight on a day.

Hum this is getting real big. But I’ll go on.

Other than the festivals, as I mentioned before, there is a bunch of things you can do to enjoy life a little bit. I’ll mention my favorites:

Olympiapark - bicicleta1) Go to Olympiapark walk, talk, jogging, ice skating, swimming, play tennis, sit on a bench by the nearly frozen lake and watch the swanns and ducks drifting slowly in the water, fast asleep. The stars and the moon are also worth a look, with the Olympiaturm and the BMW building in the foreground… careful not to get frozen yourself. Early in the evening, near the sunset, it’s nice to climb one of the hills and watch everything change, a dark blue mantle slowly taking over the skies.

2) Go have a drink by yourself. Specially if you are in Schwabing, you’ll be able to find a decent pub within less than 1 kilometer from you. It’s expensive, but it’s somehow pleasant.

3) Go visit a museum/art gallery. There are so many, and they are very easy to find specially if you take the bus 100, a special line that stops by almost every museum and concert hall in town. You can visit one of the three Pinakotheken (old, new or modern), the Deutsches Museum (technical stuff), the Residenz (beatiful concert hall near downtown), Prinzregententheater… oh, it’s usually better to visit these places on Sundays: many of them cost only one euro then.

4) Go to a smaller pub, listen to live music. Unterfahrt Jazz Club is a place I liked a lot. Actually, and unfortunately, the only one I’ve been to. Twice.

5) Look for the Ostbahnhof, Kultfabrik or whatever, if you feel like dancing with lots of people. The big parties are all held over there, except for another place called Backstage, which I would say is a bit more… alternative. Not a good a idea to leave alone, drunk, when it’s raining. You might get very lost.

6) I forgot to write something about the Englischer Garten. But… I just won’t. It’s a big park, but by far NOT my favorite. Sorry, Englischer Garten… you lose. Big time.

That was pretty much it. Only thing I forgot is to mention that walking without a very well defined destination can be fun. Sometimes you find a hidden park, hidden garden, hidden policeman finding you suspicious… always a good adventure. Also a good opportunity to enjoy european architecture, and the curious contrast of sometimes finding tall buildings right next to something more than 500 years old.

A good opportunity to enjoy yourself. Or die trying…


How to survive the Wiesn (also known as… Oktoberfest)

You might want to jump to the tutorial itself.

And last weekend came the time of the year, when everybody remembers you exist, everybody remembers your name, everybody becomes your friend, every friend becomes your best friend.

Your phone starts ringing frenetically. You get e-mails. People flood you on Skype, MSN Messenger, Facebook, Orkut, MySpace.

Everybody invites theirselves to your place. And they really show up, no matter what.

If you live in Munich, or lived there for long enough, you know what time of the year this is. It’s time to see hordes of men and women behaving like… hm, sorry: misbehaving. Yup.

It’s time to see the masses zig-zag walking, like a big human wave, seen from above (I’ve tried this, it’s no funny joke). It’s time to maybe not have all that fun, if you don’t drink enough; watching your friends acting foolishly, though, really might pay off.

The Wiesn (Oktoberfest) starts every year in the end of September, and lasts three weeks.

A city that normally has ~1.3 million inhabitants is visited by a couple of millions more. Not really shocking to me, for a certain reason, but this would get too personal. Well the thing is, the old people and the old city really get rocked on. Music is everywhere, mainly during the evening (yes, workdays are on too). Great opportunity to listen to the sweet voice of drunkenness, echoing the most poetic compositions like “PAAAM PAARAM PAM PAM PAAAAM PAAAAAAAM” (Seven Nation Army, The White Stripes). Although this is a italian, modified version. Oooh yeah.

Alright, special tips:

1) You might want to make your bed reservation (or call your “”dearest friend””) with some anticipation. Remember that you’re not the only one into alcohol and stuff. In case you choose to call the friend, keep in mind that it might happen for you to share a 10m² room with 7 other people. Specially if your friend is just a poor student.

2) It’s important to EAT as well. Beer is cool, but it’s not food. No matter what beautiful, emotional bavarian story about real beer you’ve been told. HOT: if you like chicken, have a bite at the Munich Central Station: you’ll find out that, astonishingly, you can eat twice as much with the same money you’d spend at Beerland;

3) If you’re a girl, watch out. Men are already very suspicious in every way, in all they do, when it concerns women. Drunk guys only get worse. Even drunk girls get dangerous. Birds get dangerous. Don’t trust your own shadow, really. Be sure to go with people you know, and to kick persistent guys in a certain spot without thinking twice. Don’t feel guilty: alcohol is a terrific pain killer.

4) Sleeping is also good. Not on the street. Not on the sidewalk, not in the bus/tram (I know you’ll miss the last metro at 2AM, I know everything about your kind). Go ahead and snore at your friend’s place. Snore your heart out at the hostel/hotel/motel/pension. It’s good for the body to remember how it feels like, to have more blood than alcohol running in your veins. Assuming you’ll stop drinking while you’re asleep, though. Oh, in case there are 7 other people sleeping with you, don’t worry: it’s more comfy, after all September/October is not that warm anymore, so nothing like a bit of human warmth.

5) Munich is very, very very very, walkable. Of course you don’t need to be dumb enough to walk 7km at 3am in the morning, but hey, you should be able to get a place to crash in a 3km radius of the Theresienwiese (where your objective is). Come on, you can do 3km in less than half an hour, and Munich is totally plain. This way it’s possible to avoid the crowds in the metro, and do some exercise, think about life, you know, this old man kind of stuff.

Waitress6) If you go, and you’re not really a big fan of beer, you won’t like it. It’s expensive (~8 Euros) and you simply can’t have anything but 1 liter beers. Theoretically, it’s possible to order soft drinks and even water. I heard Stephen Hawking has a bet on this one, even bigger than his bet about the Higgs’ Boson. But one thing is certain: you’d make the waitress… unhappy. And no, you don’t want to disappoint her. She’s able to lift weights beyond your imagination. And your car with the other arm.

7) Get there EARLY. Mainly if you want to go on the first day. Get there right after sunrise, otherwise you won’t get in. Look at the bright side: you can stop at the supermarket the day before, and buy some beers to endure the boring waiting hours. This way you’ll be already warmed up for the party.

8) About languages: the italian weekend (the second weekend) is not a joke. It really gets full of italians. But the official language continues to be the burping and the impossible-to-understand (Google -> unintelligible) “:P blrrblablabl :P :P”, so if you followed step 7 and warmed up, don’t worry. For the talkers, English is usually fine. I’ve seen even germans talking in English between themselves: after some hours they simply lose the hability to recognize their own compatriots.

9) Keep close watch to your belongings. It’s not very unusual to get robbed in and/or outside the tents. There is always a bunch of sober and evil bastards walking around.

10) If you don’t get drunk enough, you’ll keep weird (yet, unique) memories about the world’s biggest outdoor party, and laugh at your friends, and carry them home, become (even more) sour, and eventually write a stupid tutorial called “How to survive the Wiesn”. Therefore…

11) Stop reading this and GO DRINK BEER! What else could you do, in a time like this?… Be happy, even if just for a short moment, even if it’s artificial happyness…


Prague: because no one can take it anymore (3)

Important about the dinner is that, before ordering anything, I asked the waiter if he had also czech beer. The word “Budweiser” written in the menu really scared me: I hadn’t given myself all the work of getting there, to drink north-american beer. Waiter smiled politely, and said it was actual czech “Budvar” beer. Gott sei Dank.

Some local food and half a liter beer later, after asking my closest friend mr. waiter if the thing he told me when I first got there was “dobri DIEN” and he told me it was more like “dobri DEN”, I commanded my fairly drunk self out of there. Horosho.

As a matter of fact, I forgot to write that I’ve been to a concert before having dinner. Some vendor harassed me pretty efficiently and I bought the ticket and just went, completely unplanned. A string quintet played Dvorak, Vivaldi (all four seasons except my favorite, the winter), Verdi and someone else’s work. Bass player was the best part of the show: he managed to play always with a huge smile on his face, never made a mistake and, as if making fun of me, turned his instrument around while playing a few times. I wish I can be passionate about something like he is with playing bass. Had to applause him standing.

Just a mirror for the sunWell it was a pleasant evening, the wind kissed me with refreshing coolness and I couldn’t help looking for the moon. She’s not there… not anymore. I kept walking a bit longer, actually figuring out more exactly where I was going to go in the next morning. I had seen everything but the touristic stuff. The wandering part was definetely over. So I took the tram in the wrong direction, found myself in the middle of nowhere and waited 20 minutes for the right tram to come, walking in circles and taking shaky pictures of the cars.

Sleeping was a lot more troublesome than I thought, even after marching approximately 15 kilometers on a single day. I finished a book, listened to music until my palmtop was dead. Felt like writing something, but had no pen and no paper. Wished for my palmtop to ressurect. Somewhere between these phases I passed out, and woke up miraculously on time for breakfast.

Sunday, my second and last day there. Now I was already a connoisseur. But still wanting to avoid objectivity, went walking around at this beautiful park, happened to find an amazing view by accident and then targeted the usual stuff that everyone visits. Which were also not bad at all, I remember sitting on a bench inside the “fortress” and looking at the blue skies for a long time. Wanted to take pictures but my camera was by that time only depressing me, I needed something with manual focus and manual exposure. Possibly manual everything.

Missing the train back home would mean serious trouble, so I went to the wrong train station earlier than needed. Smart move because then I had time to take the subway again and find the right one.

The trip back was pretty average. Train ran over and killed a person. Four hours until the composition could move further. In the mean time, met three young russian relatives and could say “I don’t speak Russian” to them, and they understood. Great. I said where I come from (after guessing their nationality right), and heard a syncronized “oh”. One of them was reading Dostoievski, and offered me a taste, but I gave up. One step at a time.


Prague: like a huge cake full of tiny tables (2)

Now that I had a map, and was back to the initial lone traveler condition, and took around 15 looong minutes to find the exit at the tricky train station, I found the city.

Here is important to notice a very curious strategy. Every time I travel, I don’t feel like exposing to everyone that I’m not a local. It’s very foolish and an annoying resquice of pride that I keep, but don’t worry because things like taking the longest time to find a simple exit from the simplest public place is one part of the punishment. Another part is being asked all the time for directions in languages I don’t really understand: it’s the greatest deal of disappointment for me, not being able to help the person and also not being able to speak their language. Yet.

So like I said, I finally found the outer world and a pleasant mid-afternoon sunlight waiting for me outside. I must have felt really confident striding out there, as 5 seconds later a german lady stopped me and asked if I knew some crazy address, and I had to disappoint both her and myself with a smile. But no problem, I kept walking and, while moving, took my great little map out of the backpack and started my old-fashioned GPS positioning system.

Rule number one: you don’t really get to know a city/place, if you don’t take your time to wander around and get lost, without caring at all about finding the optimal way. It’s a great opportunity to think a lot of people and stuff you shoudn’t think of, or of those you should or want to. Depends on how much mind control you were able to develop in your past winters.

That means that I refused to take the subway or bus or tram or taxi. I just worried about walking in the fairly right direction to the hostel. After taking the completely wrong way and noticing only 10 minutes later, of course.

National MuseumWalking up and down a pretty big avenue, I happened to see the city museum, local kids, local old people, local tourists in packs of 20 or more blocking my way (I walk quite fast with my short legs). Stopping to take a bad picture or two, watching the sad scene of a white-bearded man in his sixties looking for food and, unfortunately for me, actually having some, in a trash cart, and walking through an old monastery which luckily had informative signs in English, I managed to get the first special surprise from the city: I found a precipice, and the bridge or whatsoever which took to the other side was for cars only. And I needed to get there, I think. No, worse: I needed to go down there, and there were no stairs. Or elevators. Or spider man.

That ruined my day and I got so upset that I turned the camera on and started shooting pictures frenetically. Damn it. At least I wasn’t that tired yet, after walking 4 or 5 kilometers. Damn backpack. Thank god I had a 2 gigabyte memory card and freshly recharged batteries. Wise decision was to… go back a little bit, near the monastery. There were a few streets with negative slope there, which would hopefully take me down inside the abyss of defeat.

I reduced the pace a little bit in order to extend my life span, and dove in those streets. Was actually very pleasant, to see lots of old buildings, mothers scolding children near the porches, ladies washing the sidewalk as if time had stopped. Maybe it really had. Was an old neighborhood, and the bricked, narrow roads reminded me of Rome. Silence… a deep sigh.

No human being could understand how, but I found the hostel. No matter how lost I get, I always manage to find my way. Well, I find some way. By that time I was a little bored and tried some small talk with the owner of the hostel. She opened her eyes in astonishment when I showed (appoximately) what I did to get there, “dear lord you could have taken the tram, you know?”. I knew, I knew, but I wasn’t in the mood to explain everything. After I said my name, a guy who was climbing the stairs halted and said something to me. Ok, deep breath, what was that? Took me some tense moments and killed maybe 1 of my 2 neurons to switch to Spanish and greet the guy properly, he was from Barcelona (they never say they’re from Spain) and thought I was an hermano after hearing my name. Happens a lot.

I felt like a bird, walking around with no backpack. I felt so energetic I could run a marathon, I swear. This time I took the tram to downtown, and walked around there. As the sun went down in the horizon, the city became more colorful. Streets were getting piled with people, more and more by the minute, and when I got to the main square I figured what was happening: Russia was about to teach Netherlands how to play soccer, only that by that time nobody knew it was going to happen. Point was only to go out and drink and shout. And be happy. Was a different atmosphere than the one I expected, there at the main square, but I liked it. I liked even to discuss with some criminal looking bastard that wanted me to exchange euros with him. I could really beat the crap out of him, but I gave him the right of bothering me unharmed.

Russia vs NetherlandsThe game began, streets got a bit emptier, and I felt like having dinner. You feel very stupid when you have dinner alone, specially when you have dinner alone while traveling alone. When you’re walking, you’re busy looking at people, discovering new things and taking pictures. But when you sit down you feel lonely to the point of making small talk with the waiter. To the point of drinking to stop your head from spinning. It’s just awful to eat alone together with people you can’t talk to: be they passionate couples (the worst), or small families, or just a mid-aged englishman travelling along with his son, who is already grown up enough to drink beer and discuss grown up matters, like a real englishman.

This is getting too long. And I feel strange… Geez… so many things I still would like to write about this one trip. Please be patient and wait a bit more! Perhaps get even more curious?? Who knows… I don’t.


Prague: like a table full of cakes (1)

First of all, this short description (like a table full of cakes®) was obviously not originally spoken or written by me. It’s too good and summarizes too well. Writing names would go against my writing rules so I’ll just write thank you, and the person will know, I’m sure. Maybe… well ok I’m not so sure…

Life moves forward, usuallyIt all started like all the travels I’ve made: from nowhere. Let’s take the chance and walk through my usual steps when going somewhere new.


I was already “pregnant” with the idea of going to Prague for some time, for a reason or another. Everybody talks about Prague, and everybody’s been to Prague. Not me. But one sentence wouldn’t get out of my head: “Don’t you dare to leave Europe before visiting Prague”. I think it was because of this threatening tone, you know, I hate being threatened. Makes me feel challenged.

STEP 1: THE FOURTH-DIMENSIONAL ISSUE (time, for the non-nerds)

The idea was set. The opportunity, though, came in a random weekend. As usual, Thursday came. Then came Thursday evening. And Thursday late evening. And Thursday waaay late in the evening, also known as Friday waaay early in the morning. And holy crap, tomorrow (rule number zero: it’s tomorrow only after you sleep and wake up®) is Friday and it’s gonna feel even worse to sit here and do nothing!!! How’s my bank account doing? Oh, not negative? Let’s go to Prague!


Game! Another trip with no planning or decent management coming on. And no one I’d really like to, or could, invite, as usual (the name of this page is no coincidence). There we go, Friday afternoon, buy some strange currency known as “crowns”, check some maps, check if the city is walkable (I’ll be more specific about this further on), check train schedules. … oh, book a room. Yep, done.

You could probably notice that this is not really the smart way of traveling, neither the cheap way. But I did it my way. Frank Sinatra could, why can’t I?


Saturday morning, here we go. I like to be very punctual, so I almost missed the train, as always. You know, one minute is too early, the other is too late… life is about these little adventures. Anyways, there I am, trying to pick a cabin to spend the next 6 hours of my life. Do you feel the weight that this decision had?

Nah, too many old people. Nah, no seats. Nah, some girl and some weirdo who are probably a couple. Nah, it’s not empty. Nah, I want to sit by the window. Nah, I want to sit near the door. Nah, too many kids shouting. I love kids but if I have no intimacy with them, it only makes me feel depressed, not to be able to play along.

I’ll admit I was looking for an empty cabin. Of course such things don’t exist for Einsteins like me, who jump in the train in the last minute. So I went back, asked the girl if the seat was free and sat there, facing the german weirdo.

Yep. Here we go. Youhoo.

Are we there yet?…

I turned to the girl and she was asleep. Weirdo was reading, and after all he wasn’t so weird, he was just german. With a sense of fashion (which is something very, very dangerous). I liked the sleeping idea, and crashed.

For long trips, you should always take something to eat with you. I always take twice as much, it’s my growing up phase. So I had a bite, then slept again, then read, then had another bite, then had a little discussion about leaving the window open or not, about if the train was going directly to Prague or not. Final score: the german could find out that I am a moron and the girl was not german. The girl could find out that I can also talk, other than just snore almost directly on her right ear, and that the guy was german. I found out that she had unbelievably pretty eyes, and that I was starving more and more by the hour. Growing up phase.

Another important point of the discussion that I might have forgotten to mention was that no, the train wasn’t going directly there and we needed to take a bus, then another train. So everybody gets out, I notice that the girl who probably hates me is carrying a 200kg corpse inside her bag and fail to have the wonderful idea of being nice and helping her carry it, you know, same story all the time. And everybody gets in again. In the bus.

After a very exciting ride through the border between Germany and Czech Republic, little Nobel prize here finally finds an empty cabin in the train. Got my 3 seconds of satisfaction. Then, started thinking and thinking again. But destiny had something else planned for me, and it came in the form of a blond girl carrying a corpse in a bag. It sort of kicked me out of my thoughts, her shy request to join me. This time I was more like a gentleman and helped her lift the dead relative (or probably ex-boyfriend) up to the bag compartment.

You know, it’s all very stupid. You plan it, and go, all by yourself. You make this face, that you’re already a grown up and nothing can shake you. But in reality you’re always dying to talk to someone. Geez, was it great to talk to that girl. She was actually a local, from Prague, studied Medicine and was going back home after a 2-week intensive German course. We were, against all odds, able to talk quite well and even have a few laughs. She was really lovely, I can’t forgive myself for not remembering her name. I remember only that she said it was a danish name, well I could even speak it correctly, but I forgot.

Time went really fast this time, and the party wasn’t over yet. Wait, don’t get me wrong, not yet. In a certain stop another woman came in. And shortly afterwards, two old men, who looked like they came from India. Bingo, I’m getting good at this game. Suddenly we switched to English, and everybody joined the conversation. I learned quite a bit about indian geography and lots about the last 128 years of their lives, about their grown up children, about their grandsons, the weird guys who married their daughters, you know, old man talk.

I ended up proposing (not to the lovely, cute girl to marry me, but…) to everyone that we could have a beer when we arrived in Prague. Their reaction was a bit funny, if I may say. But I let things be and kept talking.

In the end, we all said goodbye, nice to meet you, “don’t worry young man, you’re smart and I’m sure you’ll make the right decisions”, bye, success with your Medicine studies… and no beer of course. Hum. Guess you can’t have it all, all the time.

I still met the guys from India in the station, because we all needed a map. And another lesson was learned: you don’t make friends as fast as you would like, specially on a train.

You know what? I’ve written a lot already, and we barely got to the final destination! It was supposed to be a highlight reel and I sort of got carried away. Where are those pills anyway?

So, I’ll take my right as this place’s greek god, and publish this story in two posts.


Innsbruck: the unnoficial capital of Austria

Sooo… I decided I’ll write less. The “tutorial” from before was written in a moment where I felt this crazy, uncontrollable will to write. I’ve taken pills and feel much better now, thank you.
Another thing that has been debated inside here is that this’ll happen from the most present trips to the older ones. This way I won’t miss anything from my short term memory, and will have enough time to remember (invent) stuff for the older ones.

Tirolese hunters
Welcome to Innsbruck.

Carved in the middle of the Alps, there it is. Breathtaking view, no matter where you look: my beloved snowy mountains are all the way around!

Some other cornerI’ve heard more than once from different people (ok mostly germans) that Innsbruck has more of the austrian feel than Vienna. Vienna is more about art, and architecture, and music hopefully (don’t get me wrong here, Vienna must be so great to visit…). Innsbruck is more about… Tirol! Oh yeah, cheese, and weird accent no matter if you’re speaking Italian, German, or whatever, and smoked ham, and typical clothes, and a grey river, and flowers…

One thing that makes Innsbruck pretty awesome is the fact that it’s the only european historic city with a ski resort, all-in-one. It’s just the kind of offer you don’t see everyday through the glass windows of your favorite store! MAKE SURE, then, to drop by in the WINTER. Not like me. Dumb, dumb me.

This time you got me: I wasn’t alone. In fact I really don’t know if it would be a good idea to visit Innsbruck alone, anyone would probably get bored quite fast. At least, was my humble starter-traveler impression.
Well, you can get bored rather quickly if you travel alone to anywhere, but that’s a subject for another post. I’ll remember this issue, don’t worry.

Glass onion or glass bird?
Aahh! It may be a good idea to avoid the surroundings of the Swarovski dealer, downtown, if you have sisters and mothers and perhaps girlfriends in the perimeter. Man, they can spend their whole lives inside there!!?

Phew, now I can finish, needed a bit of cheap humor.

Next stop: Prague, Czech Republic.


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