As I am typing this, I have lived in Hong Kong for 5 months and 15 days. 5 months and 15 days is quite a while if you consider that I haven’t managed to learn more than 20 Cantonese words; it is even longer, if you consider that the longest time that I have been in Asia (Indonesia) is seven months; and extremely long, if you remind yourself that Czech people have a natural tendency to stay at home and avoid adventures of any type. In fact, I have been missing sausages and good bread, as well as nice beer once in a while. The disadvantage of being a Czech villager is the ability to accommodate in any situation and avoid further adventures. So now, at the very edge of leaving again, I am wondering in which direction I am going to be homesick from now on. Would it be Holland, where I have spent last 8 years, or busy Hong Kong, or perhaps Czech?
I am heading to Holland on Friday, to travel in a circle from Leiden to Haarlem, Amsterdam, Nijmegen and Gouda to come back to Leiden again and then go home to Czech for Easter. All this traveling seems a bit too much of a challenge. The worries of a long travel staple up. I don’t like my passport and all those silly paperwork that certified people who protect us (usually with a gun) will look at, screening some secret files of mine checking whether I am who I am. I think if I become dement later, I just go to the police station or to an airport and let them tell me who I really am. At least, if my memory will not fail me in this matter.
On May 30th the learned committee will examine my thesis. They are going to share a bit of my headache from last four years and hopefully they are going enjoy them. After that I will go to Australia to start a new job and Joanna said that she would come too. You will probably read soon here more about how do we like it there.
I am heading to Holland on Friday, to travel in a circle from Leiden to Haarlem, Amsterdam, Nijmegen and Gouda to come back to Leiden again and then go home to Czech for Easter. All this traveling seems a bit too much of a challenge. The worries of a long travel staple up. I don’t like my passport and all those silly paperwork that certified people who protect us (usually with a gun) will look at, screening some secret files of mine checking whether I am who I am. I think if I become dement later, I just go to the police station or to an airport and let them tell me who I really am. At least, if my memory will not fail me in this matter.
On May 30th the learned committee will examine my thesis. They are going to share a bit of my headache from last four years and hopefully they are going enjoy them. After that I will go to Australia to start a new job and Joanna said that she would come too. You will probably read soon here more about how do we like it there.
Frantisku
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