On the way to work this morning I had to pick up a package from my main man, the Notorious bWg, so I had to walk down ČeskoslovenskÃ© armady, toward the traffic circle at Dejvice, and over to the Dejvice post office.
Across the street from the Radek potraviny, I passed by a group of young men who looked like they had just gotten back from a hiking trip; they all had backpacks and various camping gear and had that wiry, waxy look you get when you take a really long, really uncomfortable bus trip.
But then I noticed their silver DJ cases, as well as the fact that they were all wearing identical black cargo pants and black hooded sweatshirts.
An old woman walked up to one of them. “JeÅ¾ÃÅ¡maria kluci!” she cried. “You were at CzechTek?”
“Yeah,” one answered. “We had to come back because the police attacked.”
“Everbody all right?” she asked.
“Yeah,” they all said.
“That’s good,” she said, and for a moment this babička looked like she really wanted to be there.