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Prague by manu_cz
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In the first week we must visit some offices and deal with hundreds of papers. Frustating. These days I have met Czech students capable of speaking three, four or even five languages, but in these offices few are those who speak English. Receptionists are our enemies. No receptionist can speak English in Prague, I assure you. They can´t in my dorm, they can´t in the Rectorate, and what´s more important they can´t in my faculty. So Ana and me stay in front of our faculty reception trying to know where the International Office is. The woman gives me a phone and a number. I dial. Czech language.
We go eating to a kebah. The waiter speaks Spanish. We DO NOT need waiters speaking Spanish; we can easily say "A pizza please." In bars they are polyglots, and in the offices they can´t speak English! Definitely something is wrong with the employment policies here. I try to cool off and eat the thing. And the man starts singing "Viva España."
Saturday morning I go downtown alone with no map. I think it´s the best way of getting used to the streets of Prague. I get lost soon. Fortunately I can find my way by following the McDonalds signals. How strange is being lost in this lovely mixture of gothic and art-noveau buildings, and suddenly get happy when seeing one of these ugly red arrows, "Next McDonalds 100m." Cause no matter which city in the universe you are in, there´s a McDonalds downtown. Globalization seems so wonderful today… I choose another place to eat, though. "Gran pizza para vos. Españoles comer mucho mucho."
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