Prague Reflections and The Story of Me and Miris
Prague was mesmerizing, with a pinch of salt. This past weekend my college organized a trip to Prague, and I couldn’t but decide to go. Funny enough, we were going to travel by bus so it took us about 24 hours. Yes, we were on the bus for 24 hours twice, which was quite exhausting. Nevertheless, it wasn’t too big of a drawback to stop us from having a truly fun time.
Disclaimer: Below is a story, the affairs of which may or may not have happened. Also, the names have been changed for the sake of privacy. It will be left on the courtesy of the reader to believe or not the events of the story.
The Story of Me and Miris
The five of us are now relatively hungry and decide we can’t wait until dinner. It’s about 6:00 PM and we were planning for a better dinner later.
“Let’s get some street food, we can’t afford to eat expensively twice.”-says Thanatos with a bright smile.
I know all of us are thinking of food and going to the toilet, one can’t think of much else when in such needs. Also, we can’t ignore the cold despite the many hours we had been walking. We’re now roaming that one street near the Můstek metro station. I’m a little upset that they don’t want to eat burgers. I love burgers. And I love my man but he’s not here.
While we’re over-discussing our few options of warm, street food, my mind floats back to earlier today. When I stopped in the Old Town Square to listen to a man playing the piano. He was playing a song from Amelie, my favorite movie. Miris, my friend kills the joy – she constantly rushes me. I’m so annoyed. I don’t like to be rushed, or hushed.
I feel guilty to hear the song fade and be sort of grateful. I am supposed to truly enjoy this song. It’s odd how much people can affect you with their negativity, like a vacuum cleaner absorbing you in their lacking world. I get literally absorbed because we needed to rush, only to find out we had been left behind by our infamous group. I feel both relieved and stressed, the former because I couldn’t care less and the latter because I know Miris couldn’t care more.
I’d guessed right, she starts fussing around, breathing heavily and trying to tell me she’s awfully upset. What a nuisance!
“What is it?” – I instantly regret asking.
“There you go, we’ve lost them”- as if she couldn’t contain herself anymore. Like a balloon filled too much with air, suffocating and expecting the slightest touch of the needle. Does this mean I am the needle? Is the needle evil, or is it a relief?
“Now, you go ahead and find them!” – She continues as if I had somehow cut her feet off, stopped her from walking, from functioning. As if we’d been staring at the cut limbs for some time now, building tension and now she has blasted; the balloon has blasted.
“How about NO?!” – I find myself asking.
“What?!”- I sense the surprise in her voice.
As surprised as I feel myself, I am determined not to give the least damn about this nonsense. I realize right there and then that my patience has been compromised and now I wouldn’t take it any longer.
I keep walking as if nothing has happened, ask two or three people for the way to our destination; the torture museum. We eventually find it and I’m just struck by the number of small things happening to me, which I don’t agree with.
And at that moment, contemplating this idea…I’m taken. I’m indisputably lifted from the ground; in the light of day as if it’s the most ordinary, typical, common thing to happen.
I don’t really panic because I’m shocked. My first thought is that maybe I’m in a dream, which is common for someone who has such vivid dreams. I’m woken up by Miris’ terrified face. She is also shocked, hence frozen in place. I make out the shape of what has picked me up, a man I suppose. Instinctively I’m reminded of my man, the way he picks me up.
I’m terrified of a thought, which comes subtly yet takes shape in my head:
I will never see him again.
That thought alerts me and consequently alerts the mass of body which I had believed to be a man. His steps which felt like the most regular morning jog, now feel like a run. I believe that he feels reassured on his goal, I believe he feels the rush of adrenaline, of when you have almost achieved your goal. He runs like a man who feels he has almost abducted a woman in the street, in the bare, naked daylight. This mere thought makes me jump, but not budge. I’ve been clasped and made immobile, or maybe the situation has made me immobile; there’s no way I can tell.
After what feels like a century, I am alert. We’ve decided to get pizza. Thanatos calls my name. He knows what I’m thinking about, he intentionally interferes with my chain of thoughts.
“Pizza it is!”- Pax announces. We’re cheered by pizza, of course. I know we’re all thinking about it. I know they’re all trying to remember me, Miris.
Apart from the sightseeing and great food, Prague has given me memories to cherish, and memories to learn from.
Some more pictures from my trip: