Sunshowers? Beers and paddleboating on a river, flowing under a 14th century bridge?
Prague, you fox. You've finally caught me.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Obama
We stood in a large crowd. Three drunk Brazilians brought a chair to the entrance gate, expecting to get in. They yelled, "This is a joke, all these people came to see one black guy?" Girls wore bright blue Obama shirts. Many men with many cameras. Czech flags waved, as well as American ones. I heard British accents, German tones, and drunken Spanish. I saw ladies in evening dresses and men in tattered jeans. They played Jackie Wilson and Kanye West as we waited. Two Czech bands performed on banjos.
Obama came to Prague. He said words must mean something. He said we need to secure the next century. He stumbled over a few words. I saw him leave in the limousine, and could only tell it was him because when he leaned forward I saw the silhouette of his ear. Police sirens rang for the next half hour on the trip home. I was afraid at every sound.
"Please don't shoot him."
Obama came to Prague. He said words must mean something. He said we need to secure the next century. He stumbled over a few words. I saw him leave in the limousine, and could only tell it was him because when he leaned forward I saw the silhouette of his ear. Police sirens rang for the next half hour on the trip home. I was afraid at every sound.
"Please don't shoot him."
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