Her mother-tongue clung to her mouth’s roof in terror, dumbing her and he came with a name that was none of her making. —Liz Lochhead, “Dreaming Frankenstein” Yesterday I wrote about the priceless confusions of English, today I’ll do the same for my mother tongue: Czech. It also has a huge potential for comic situations
In response to Karla’s Mural May challenge. Big mouth, lots of teeth, one eye—whatever it’s meant to represent.
The first Wednesday of each month at noon sharp, all the cities in my country flaunt their combat readiness by running a civil defence siren test. I consider it a socialist anachronism, and I like a good throwback from the present (would-be) brave new world in the past good (bad) old times. I harbour suspicions about
Continuing in my leg post streak, here’s a photo of a curious arrangement I found in a shopping window. I’m not sure if the choice of bodily parts plus the purse mean something, and I don’t want to know. However, I think it’s a great fit to my psychedelic bus story below. The thing about
A day before Christmas, something terrible had happened. My corkscrew got screwed – in a bad way – it broke into two pieces as I was diligently applying it to a bottle. I was left in an even worse way, with the prospect of holiday without wine. Fortunately, there was still slivovitz. A few days
Unless you’re Czech, you’ll be surprised to find that we Czechs have one of the weirdest sets of Christmas traditions ever. They range from tampering with dangerous chemicals (lead pouring), through animal cruelty (carp in the bathtub), to becoming a Christian for one day (atheists attending the midnight mass). Preparations for Day C aka Christmas
For this week’s Just Thursday blog hop hosted by Nuvofelt, I’m celebrating the mundane with a (not so) mundane postbox, which someone was apparently trying to use to send a rose.
This week it is up to me to host the Just Thursday blog hop, in which I take turns with Nuvofelt and Rebekah. For the theme of the challenge, minding the mundane, I chose a snap of an underground station. What is normally a mundane place was at this particular station brightened up by some simple yet
This (un)comely cow, suspended by its neck and tail at the roof of a booth, advertises fresh milk sold in the booth below. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh.