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Prague by manu_cz
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The week before the classes started, there were parties every night in this dorm, till someone called the police because of the noise. Next day we had notes by the European Office reminding us our duties as "ambassadors of your countries." Nice way of saying "were you raised in a barn?" Here parties start like a guerrilla raid. You are in the hall, you blink and next thing you see is scores of people holding beers the size of containers. Beers in Czech Republic are pint-sized; less than one euro each. It´s the cheapest thing you can buy in supermarkets or drink in a bar. Beer is cheaper than water. Absinth is also quite common and not very expensive. In many countries it is banned, but here people buy it in supermarkets as easily as Uncle Sam Tomato Sauce or dental floss. As regards booze, the Czechs know how.
Some days after my arrival I went with Sandra, Vanesa and Yolanda to an Open Air Party run by Czech university students in a little, cosy island in Vltava river. There were a big scenery for concerts, drinking beer contests… Somebody misinformed us, so when we arrived the gigs were over and the Czechs as pissed as a fart. Czech people are so quiet. Even when drunk they keep silent and polite. Of course they kick bottles, puke or fall over, but smoothly, like if trying not to disturb. We drank two quick beers and stumbled toward Cross, a huge arty pub, completely decorated with recycled stuff, disposal materials and found objects. Awesome!! People in harlequin clothes and red wigs about to performance in first floor -a kind of retro-futurist cabaret, like being stuck in someplace between Twin Peaks and a Marilyn Manson video-; a harcore concert upstairs in a bleak, absynth-scented room; and an easy-going atmosphere underground, where we stood dancing reggae.
About the Erasmus parties…hmm… The first one in Rock Cafe was horrible. 1000 people, 3 waiters. Really languid waiters, like if they were working on quicksands. The next one was in Duplex, big disco in Wenceslas Square. The Erasmus got stuck in a top-floor little room with views to the go-gos´ arses. Once again asking a drink was an ordeal; it was nice though.
The one I recall most warmly is the party we had the second day at H. dorm. We made some sangria, got lost in one of these hall sit-ins, and ended up in Maria and Pilar´s room. Maria offered us some coffe, but she didn´t feel like going to the kitchen to heat the water, so just prepared the coffees in the bathroom with hot water from the shower. It was 3 p.m., a crowdy international party still going on under our feet, a room full of cheap wine empty boxes and orange skins, and probably the police about to come again. Maybe this time with warrant for kicking us out, and rubber-bullet shotguns. "And I´m sipping shower-made coffee in my second night in Prague."
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