23 November 2006

Well, onto my second, and overdue, post. I've been working hard teaching the present perfect to the disillusioned residents of Prague. Have been inundated with requests to "go pop" and join the TV presenting an English teaching hour on CT2 (like BBC2), but so far resisted. I prefer the pleasure of travelling the length and breadth of Europe ever day by public transport in order to subsist.

My housemate's pretty down on Prague at the mo, and I understand why. This place can be infuriating! There's so many problems, paperwork and protocols that if it moves ito the 21st century before 2100 it'll be a miracle. (Make you grateful that it's not 1989 again, although I think it may have been easier to bribe your way through things then...progress has been made then!)

As a case in point I had to go to buy an internet and phone line the other day. Luckily, my Czech is good enough to engage the help of customer service representatives, and I secured a line for us, which will be available in 10-14 days...remember BT back in the day?!

Well, the decision was easily made and I selected the middle of the road option to make things easier. Or so I thought. Then came the application process. By the end of the ordeal we'd gone through a ream of paper, two printer cartridges and I was signing my name with my left hand. Just another happy day dealing with the bureaucracy of an unreformed state and ex-public organisations.

My next adventure will be to the Foreign Police. No this is not some strange Czech variant on the Foreign Legion and I will not be hurled into shopping precincts to defend fountains and christmas decor from abuse somewhere in central Asia, but instead to register some details for the priviledge of residing in the country. And yes, the foreign police is an office of the police for foreigners, and no, none of the police or other staff who work their speak the world's favourite language....unless that might be Czech.

Got to run.

Till next time people! Love and Peace and someone please tell the President to lead the way, please!


At 6:43 pm, Blogger Nomes said...

I might see you there, in the abominable queue. On the other hand, I could see if one of our unemployed technicians (and I mean it in the manner of 'they don't do anything') can stand in a queue for me, then call me when 'I'm' close.

Surely this whole communism thing has to be good for SOMEthing?

At 6:16 am, Blogger dainfomaster said...

Educating Svejk? How about learning about him? :-)

Svejk has been largely misrepresented and misunderstood. You might want to visit www.SvejkCentral.com. There is plenty to click on: You'll find things like the Czech Answer to Mount Rushmore; Bretschneider's Ear - The National Memorial of Eavesdropping And Wiretapping; Hors D'oeuvre à la Jurajda ['yoo-rai-dah] - An Apotheosis of Consumerist Lifestyle; Challenges of translating Švejk into English: A report on the experimental project of its "Chicago version"; Peter Steiner's Tropos Kynikos: Jaroslav Hašek's The Good Soldier Švejk; also a fascinating Holocaust connection of Svejk's ... and much more.

At 7:41 pm, Blogger Nomes said...

Darling! How positively fascinating to have a comment from someone who clearly didn't realise that, while Svejk (can't be arsed with diacriticy things) was misrepresentd and misunderstood, his misrepresentation is a fairly accurate portrayal of the social apathy that SOME OF US (experts not included) live with EVERY DAY OF OUR SORRY LIVES.

But gosh. An expert - who's written books on the matter - has taken the time from their busy schedule to write on your blog.

You. Have. Arrived.

Love from Belgrade


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