Barter
I'm sitting on the platform at the main Prague train terminal, waiting for the train to Berlin. As biting wind blows across my neck, I look down at my sandled feet, and start to regret having
I'm sitting on the platform at the main Prague train terminal, waiting for the train to Berlin. As biting wind blows across my neck, I look down at my sandled feet, and start to regret having
The tram I am riding from Andel to Malestranske Namesti has stopped for a red light. Outside, I see a lady in an apron emerge from cake store and show a cake to a man who is waiting
I dry my hands at the hand dryer in the washroom of the beautiful Math-Phys building in Malostranske square. The dryer is heaven. It isn't one of those useless anemic dryers that dribbles cold air like
I am out for my morning run in the hills around Jinonicé. I hear, through the trees bordering the town, a cacophony of dogs. A couple of seconds later a whitetail doe and her fawn come running out
Mrs. Ellis's sister says "Hello" back, and then starts talking about the weather. "I heard that it will rain tomorrow."