I crossed the German / Czech border about twenty kilometers, and I decide to stop at a service station to fill up with gas and drink a coffee. Sitting at a table to the left of the bar, there is a ********** boy with blond hair who watches me come in, I don't speak much Czech, but I make an effort and order a coffee from the girl in the bar. I sit at on a table next to the boy and a moment later a waitress brings me a cup of coffee. You're not Czech, are you? The boy asks me in excellent English, no, I reply, I've lived here for years but I haven't learned much, it's a very difficult language.… 続きを読む