Monday: Description

There is a circus basically across the street from me. I haven't photographed it at all but it's been there for a couple of months now. It's quite interesting because some mornings I wake up early to stroll across the park and in these pens are all these exotic animals like Zebra or Camel.

So thats over there.

The street at the tram stop has an accident nearly every single day. It's the type of place that everyone approaches hessitantly and looks both ways several times. The girl two flights down was hit by a Russian guy in an Audi about a year ago and spent months in the hospital. It's an all-eyes-open type of street.

Directly across the street, if you can belive it, is a brothel. It's a small quiet place with a red light that never opens, yet also never closes. For the most part they make good neighbors. In this country brothels don't really attract as much riff-raff as you might expect. Infact business for them is so slow that they closed an attached sex-shop and instead have opened a wine shop with what seems to be quite a decent selection of Czech and Yugoslav wines.

To the right is the most active and perhaps largest functioning football stadion in the Czech Republic. Twenty meters away max. It illuminates the entire neighborhood. Big matches bring riot troops, crowd control tanks and a swarm of mounted police. The day after big matches finds the streets littered with dry straw colored horse dung.

To the left is nothing. Two blocks over and you hit Stromovka park which equates to the czech version of central park except dark, barren, forboding and empty. It's neglected and thus not much frequented except on the fringes where there are one or two interesting things. An old woman lives in what once was a trainstation (the train is now underground but pops out in the part occasionally) and she is guarded by a large dog. On her small, quite idylic plot of land in the middle of the darkness, she sells flowers and herbs that she grows herself. She is for the most part pleasent.

My roommate is home when I get home about 50% of the time. It's nice to come home with someone already home. Originally I thought I might live alone once my previous roommate moved out, but I'm glad I changed my mind on that.