"You'd better close that window after Olomouc or the gypsies will have your bags." As the conductor waddled to the end of the corridor Prague slipped behind us dome by dome, panelak by panelak. I clambered onto the middle bunk, just big enough to cover those parts of my body between the ankle and the ear, and tried to sleep. The train moved up and down like a tray on a clumsy waiter's arm, capital-bound passengers screeched past, there were station announcements and bright lights in Kolin, Pardubice and Olomouc, the curtain flapped against my toes. We crossed the border just before dawn. I never did see any gypsies.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
The Poprad Sleeper
"You'd better close that window after Olomouc or the gypsies will have your bags." As the conductor waddled to the end of the corridor Prague slipped behind us dome by dome, panelak by panelak. I clambered onto the middle bunk, just big enough to cover those parts of my body between the ankle and the ear, and tried to sleep. The train moved up and down like a tray on a clumsy waiter's arm, capital-bound passengers screeched past, there were station announcements and bright lights in Kolin, Pardubice and Olomouc, the curtain flapped against my toes. We crossed the border just before dawn. I never did see any gypsies.
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2 comments:
Conductor must have been a Praguer.
Everything past the end of the Metro line is wilderness to them.
Except, judging by the volume of numberplates featuring the letter A, the Centrum Babylon in Liberec.
Why are capital cities always populated by pricks?
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