She sells seashells on the seashore

By Saturday morning we will be plundering the south coast of the UK like two mad vikings, searching for the treasures of Dorset and Devon - the fresh sea air, the laugh of seagulls, Agatha's dead bodies at green and the fear of falling down a cliff. I cannot wait! We will stay in a lovely guesthouse in Weymouth, drink some local ales (I will drink, G. will sleep after few sips) and just enjoy being together.

All mad vikings, arms!!! And enjoy your plundering!

This reminds me of something

I see myself standing at the at the railway station at Walthamstow Central, clutching on my mp3 player and watching rats sniffing around the platform. It was early spring, sunny, quite warm, and the song played again and again and again until I saw the Gherkin shining in sunlight. Very, very strange and peculiar it is to surrender to your memories. 

I wish you all early spring this year!

Viking in love

Winter + February + cold + strength + birthdays of people I love + snow flakes falling outside right now + ABBA + Czech history + old legends + kindness = this Viking in love (in love with his motorbike and a cat called Delilah and a girl he once met in a pull-up)

And not to ignore the imported and here by many cursed Valentine's Day, here's for us:

Za trochu lásky

Jaroslav Vrchlický

Za trochu lásky šel bych světa kraj,
šel s hlavou odkrytou a šel bych bosý,
šel v ledu – ale v duši věčný máj,
šel vichřicí – však slyšel zpívat kosy,
šel pouští – a měl v srdci perly rosy.
Za trochu lásky šel bych světa kraj,
jak ten, co zpívá u dveří a prosí.

And for those who cannot understand, the poem means basically this: I would walk...

Home made pasta

My dear Marcella Hazan (in a very poor Czech translation, unfortunately) shows me how to deal with the most treasured, most adored Italian pride - pasta. 

Those egg tortellini are filled with pumpkin, walnuts, cream cheese, parmigiano, flax seed and sage, later served with pumpkin cream sauce and parmigiano. They taste better than they look!

Do you also sometimes feel like un raviolo among tortellini?

IF.com - Popularity

Do you think you need to be popular to be respected?

(If you are not sure what the right answer is ask the mice who have heard about Mr. Arnošt!) 

Don't worry

More I fly more I'm scared of it. And it's coming again. On 24th im going to visit G. in London - ajajaj! 

La mia frangetta nuova

Just to express my happiness over my new fringe...

Before and after!

Map of Hájenka

I draw this map of Hájenka and its closest surroundings for Theydrawandtravel.com. 

Hájenka - gamekeeper's house built in 1913 with stone facade, no electricity and rich wild life - is my most favourite place in the World. You can enjoy stars watching there, night sessions in sauna, few enjoyable minutes of playing badminton and many more not so enjoyable hours of trying the get the silly little shuttlecock down from a tree. You can sit outside at a fire and sing or tell creepy stories (which are much more creepy here). Someone might miss the computer, television, electric light or shower here, but that is the magic of the place.  Everything here is just up to you. 

In my imagination there will come a time when the World as we know it now will change. And in my very infantile imagination I can see myself and my family living at Hájenka, feeding ourselves from the garden and forest and reading from the old Marxist-Leninist books we have there (well, this part is open to a discussion). And regarding the feeding - I will know where to go for the gold of the forest, the crunchy, shiny, rich and juicy mushrooms. And now you know too.

Black frost - Holomráz

Few hours ago it was more than minus thirty at Kvilda! 

My grandpa is often talking about the winter in 1929, the winter he was born, when the layer of rime on the inside walls of his house was thick as a fist and his pistolino was blue as blueberries. 

Will this winter beat it?

Anyway, the poor land here around Brno is suffering - there's no snow at all! So here's a snowman, for all of us who miss cross country skiing and crunching of the snow under their feet.

Faces

Hats are mysterious - you never know what hides under.

I think G. will get one for his birthday!