25/01/12

We managed to steal a few days for a lightening fast visit to Czech and an unexpected offer to sleep at the mausoleum of the bizarre. Adam's mum is housesitting for her friend Laďka Dujsíkova.
For about thirty years now.

Back in the sixties Laďka followed a flame in her groin to Italy to live with her italian stallion lover, but didn't want to lose the council flat, so Adam's mum was asked to come in several times a week, make a coffee, switch on all the lights and make some noise with pots and pans to create a feeling with neighbours that the flat is still being occupied.

Thanks to that the flat we stayed in remained a living museum of sixties. Chammy leather, old photos, ancient tooth paste, karma and rock solid mattresses.

And of course..the hats..

I walked from a visit one evening...one of not too many, regardless all that planning and promises, as people somehow won't make the time playing all busy, not even finding a little bit of time in those four days of visiting to catch up with us. It was already after dark and freezing, I rushed from Šilingárk to Česka, SHOCKED at how much the relative distance has shrunken, everywhere in Brno was 'close' all of a sudden. Chilled to the bone and a bit emmotional I cought myself longing for HOME, to snuggle in the sheets. And that was yet another shock. As 'home' was not my old room at my parents house, or our little studio flat in Brno, nor was it our temporary shelter at the sixties mausoleum.
No.
I was thinking about our room at Cypress Road in London.
Strange feeling.