Sad leek

That's how the story begins - there was a sad leek, completely lonely, no friends around... What can come out of that?

To be continued...

Black cat

I thought about drawing our Bublina and remembered my first theatrical experience (well, and one of the last ones as well). I had a puppet of a black cat and recited this poem - about how a black cat is basically invisible when the dark night falls. It was just four lines of a poem and no one was probably really impressed by me, because my next role was one quarter of a well...!

Brioche

Today, while walking home, I had such a vivid imagination of myself working as a brioche seller in a cute tiny Italian pasticceria, my chief's name was Gigi. And all the men coming to get a brioche and cafe for their breakfast were wearing the typical Italian uniform!

Summer

The middle of the summer (léto) is almost here, but when you are a worker already, it doesn't seem so depressing anymore. And anyway - there are still so many adventures waiting for us in August!

What's eating you?

Café / Té

The tropical days are gone and suddenly I feel more like having a cup of tea with milk again. This is my new theory: Italians like café, because it is mostly hot in Italy, British like té, because the weather there is usually... crap!

Mourek

Our Mourek is often meditating in the garden, though he thinks it is in fact called sitting and staring at the grass.