The 23 arrived promptly as I exited the metro at Malostranska, i got onto my favorite part of the tram the end where you have a giant window to gaze out of. The jingle of the tram signaled its movement and we sailed off. I hoped for a shot of the metal tram lines in the cobblestone with neon lights from cars behind us but indeed it was too dark. Some guys from an overhead bridge waved and i put my hand to the window to say hi. Thats when I kind of felt at home here. Praha feels like home, i could potentially live here. It has that city vibe without being so stressful and strangling as NYC. I could be an expat, perhaps one day... I even juggled around the idea of taking my last semester off from college and staying here. But I probably do not have enough balls to do that, although I like to pretend like i do...
So the tram took a turn , long u turn around this rose bush garden and if you look outside the window it feels like the tram is off the tracks and its freely skidding, whizzing around like a sled on fresh snow. The idea of derailment! YES!
Yeaa... so this weekend we went to Petrin Hill, by the eifel tower looking structure. Its a beautiful park and this is where Tereza walked Karenin in unbearable lightness of being, everyone is reading it now for class. This was the very park where Tereza dreamed she was going to be executed when she could no longer bear Tomas' infidelity. Maybe thats why I feel like Praha is home, the feeling of deja vou, teases, the walk in Petrin did not seem new. It felt like I had been there before, like I had seen the graffiti before and seen the rose gardens, the children on pony rides... I like the feeling of home on another continent, the world is not that big. I like it this way