Jun 6, 2006

Communism rocks

So it's my 3rd day in Prague, and it's unseasonably cold and wet and icky. Most of today was spent walking aimlessly, as I couldn't decide which museums/attractions I wanted to spend my money on. And then I knew - the Communism Museum.

This museum has come highly recommended from people staying at my hostel, so I knew I had to give it a chance. It's this little cluttered place on the 2nd floor of a casino, right above a huge McDonald's (oh, the irony). It's a weird mix of kitsch and serious information, all in badly translated Czech. (Everything seems to be badly translated here - surely there must be some English speakers lying about.) There were massive statues of Lenin and Marx, and what appeared to be a gilded bust of Stalin. I have to say my favorite piece of memorabilia had to be the sign reading "Timeliness for work delivers a deep blow to the Western agressor!" Awesome.
I was going to buy a set of postcards with mildly funny sayings printed on vintage posters, but decided that laughing at Communism was a little crass after the exhibitions on the secret police and people getting beaten at demonstrations. I settled for one with Lenin reading, "We are located upstairs from McDonald's and across the street from Benneton. Vive la Internationalism!"

I spent the rest of the day in a cafe drinking coffee, reading a book, and staring out the window in the manner of one who has no one to hang out with. :( But I had a cookie. :) I rode the trams home, which are super-fun and like the trolleys in San Francisco, complete with bells and astounding hill-climbing ability. Then after heating up my Chinese takeaway from a few nights ago - mmm, eating on the road - I met my new roommates, some charming guys from West Yorkshire. Quiet for Brits, actually, even when coming home drunk. One has a Weezer t-shirt, so they can't be all bad.

That's all from me. Oh, except that I am developing an alarmingly involved inner monologue. Ah, traveling alone - I can't shut up, even when the only one listening is me.

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