Wednesday, October 28, 2015


The other day I was taking Domik home from the school, he was walking next to me, with his schoolbag on his back, a hat with a pompom, and he said: "I was telling the boys about the book your friend has in a bookshop [nudes by Helmut Newton], I was telling them there are breasts and buttocks there and maybe even the fronts..." He was popular that day at school.

Friday, October 23, 2015


Today we walked around this part of the city, where a grand rebuilding is planned, at the place of the abolished train station and little around too. The plan is big and scary. Last month they pulled down several historical technical buildings that had been monuments and under the care, the resolution was later cancelled for obvious reasons. I am amazed how much they enjoy building. It might help the neighborhood at some places, that is sure, the rest will be just filled in.

The whole open area at Bubny train station, where the tracks are now, will be mostly filled in with large blocks of houses and supposedly a park. I don't know how the park will function. Will it be surrounded by apartment blocks or offices? If the second the park might turn into a ghost zone in the evenings and weekends. Some lift-up, on the other had, would do good around Holešovické nádraží, where they had smashed the old Holešovice back in the 1970s and 1980s, a typical periphery from the 1920s, mostly single houses and courtyards and small gardens. My dad liked walking there, he told me only recently. I have liked it too but I actually never saw it in real. Now the Holešovice railway station stands there, and wasted land around. It is obvious they had destroyed more that they could deal with. The first picture shows a house from the old Holešovice, it is and it has always been a pub, maybe a hotel long time ago.

Friday, October 9, 2015


Abandoned palace in the centre of Prague, opened for a couple of weeks on the occasion of a theater performance and an art show. Here are a few pics of details from the inside, the building is from the 19th century. We were walking in somebody's former apartments, the palace had been turned into separate living units and offices with immensely large rooms, high ceilings, white window shutters and views over the elevated highway. The stairway is fancy. The chairs - who knows where they come from, most likely they have been there since they were ultra modern.