a night out in Prague
Saturday night. I was left with silence after the long phone call got abruptly cut, sitting on a bench beneath the imposing church, left with my thoughts and the shades of the dark square when laughter and a conversation in Hebrew broke the surrounding stillness. Three guys were walking by with beers in their hands and imagine my surprise when I recognized (or in fact he recognized me first) one of them as the brother of an acquaintance from Sevilla. I was offered (and welcomed) a sip of beer, and the guys asked if I wouldn't join them for some drinks downtown. So I ended up going back home to change outfits and joining them for a proper night out till late hours, carousing around known and unknown places, being surrealistically taken around by three Israeli young men in my own town, getting lost to them in one bar for hanging with other people and then finding them again at the good old last resort, the bar that used to be my second home from my 18 to 21 ye...