Yesterday Lek, Dominic and I took the tram to Prague Castle.
A Malastrana have changed and we got on the tram number 22 coming up from the beautiful medieval quarter to the beautiful Gothic castle.
Just got my pupils have noticed nasal accents of acid in the air.
The unmistakable smell of a tramp.
The smell of hobo is subtle because the source of the fumes is never conscious.
Probably a few weeks ago there was a shower and was perfumed.
Then, day after day while his body fluids and stored odors exhaled, his nose, you get used to, until the final result: a stink with a range of 7.5 meters, and he (or rather, I think it was a she ) who do not realize it.
A bit like Italy with Berlusconi.
However, not tramps and Berlusconi wanted to talk but the mysteries of Lek.
How many of you know Lek loves to cook and eat with a passion at times incomprehensible to those who, like me, had love affairs with hard cheese and stale bread.
I'm not inventing a past poor and romantic, I really had my days of low liquidity.
