I went for a walk today in Stromovka Park, looking for signs of spring. They were there in force: Crocuses in bloom, willow buds, even little weeds starting to make their way out of the ground. The park is beginning to come back slowly after being so hard-hit in the floods.
At the Dejvice end of the park, a lost-looking American stopped me, hearing my Amik accent. He looked a lot like Michael Moore, a big heavy guy with a trucker’s cap that said “Amsterdam” on it. He asked me, in all seriousness, “uh, excuse me. Can you tell me how to get to the Old Town?” Apparently he had walked from HoleÅ¡ovice train station into Stromovka. I tried for about 20 minutes to explain to him how to get to the HradčanskÃ¡ metro, but I don’t know if it sunk in. Oh well, at least it was a nice day for a walk.
There is a tree in the middle of the park which was overturned in the floods. It’s been sanded down and turned into a monument to the floods’ power, and most days it’s got at least a few kids climbing on it. This time around it was a group of Russian-speaking kids, who took great pleasure in speaking English to each other.
But the only phrase they kept repeating was “I gonna fucking keel you wis my fucking knife. I gonna fucking keel you wis my fucking knife.”