in vino veritas

The package my mom and Sandy sent arrived today. It is full of tea and coffee, Goldfish crackers, Texas things, soaps, and newspapers. Such a happy afternoon, unwrapping everything. I gave some raspberry iced tea to the woman behind the counter at the Družba, for holding onto the package for me.

Pro Evžena-

Zítra, udelám zkousku rano. Ja se tak bojím, protože nemám ráda gramatiku.

V menzě, jidlo je špatné. Bah. Ale ted, mužu pit ledové caj v svoje pokoje. Jedla jsem vytečnou zmrzlinu dneska.

Mluvíla jsem s francouzskem klukem. Jmenuje se Nikolai, a on má rád gotíckou hudbu. Poslouchali jsme na Depeche Mode dneska. On je sympatícký.

Lídě myslí, že Texas je velký poust. To není pravda, řikám každý den.

Kouřím moc, protože Gauloises jsou levné. Mužu kouřít na internetové kavarně.

Myslím na tebe.

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For a relatively small country, the Czech Republic has a lot of police. They are everywhere, and David and I joke about Soviet they appear. The other night we came home around midnight from our coffee-ice cream dinner and five of them were in the Družba. One was carrying a metal briefcase, of the sort used to carry fingerprinting equipment and such. They trundled on up the 11th floor, and ever since I have been wondering what that was all about.