ever since I found these photographs a few days ago, I cannot stop looking at them. every once in a while I open up the folder and quickly browse through them. and every time I do, this wave of sadness and nostalgia comes over me. I regret not having photographs of my own. maybe a few but they do not depict the atmosphere that I remember from our days in prague. these photographs.. they convey it all. the mood, the memories, even the warmth of late summer afternoons. I cannot count how many times I stood on this bridge, looking at the water flowing beneath me, occasionally there would be a group of ducks or swans passing by. on the other side, there is a wooden watermill that I have always been afraid of, because they convinced me that’s where the devil lives. I’ve spent countless of hours and days around this area and the Kampa Park.
rainy chilly afternoons, usually sometime in early autumn. during that period of transition between summer and fall. rain would be frequent, cold and gray. on those days I liked to hide in the cinema or a bookshop, occasionally I would sit a coffee shop or a restaurant with my family or friends. for some reason, I am thinking of those rainy afternoons spent in the slovanskÃ½ dÅ¯m kogo restaurant. in my rememories it seems that every time I went there it was raining. that’s just how I remember it right now. coffee, pasta with tomatoes, evian water, long walks around and eventually we’d make a stop in the paris street for a dessert. do you remember that rainy afternoon we hid in the sedmÃ© nebe cafÃ© and just talked about everything and nothing throughout the afternoon? I miss that afternoon. the right side of the river has always been more important to me than the left one. of course, it depends where you are looking from.
the left side of the river is also magnificent, though. and I suppose I’ve spent equal amounts of time on both sides. La Bodeguita del Medio, ending of the Charles Bridge, KFC, little hidden streets, and endless restaurants everywhere. whenever I am back, my favorite thing is to walk from one side of the river to the other and explore my favorite parts of the city as if I’ve never been there before. and in a way, sometimes it feels like it. as if I am exploring everything for the first time. except memories are hidden in every corner, every street and every park. I could write novels and make three hour films about these memories. and perhaps, one day I will. it’s overwhelming.
and this one. memories just flood in when I look at this photograph. Kampa Park. hundreds of afternoons have been spent around here, I sat on these benches so often they probably remember me. when I was still in elementary school, all of spring, summer and autumn was spent in this park. riding my yellow bicycle, learning how to roller-skate. that famous piece of concrete were a james bond film was shot, that’s where I finally learned how to skate on my own. we used to collect chestnuts there, eat ice cream as we walked towards the john lennon wall. I have never left a piece of me there, but I already know that in the future I will definitely stop by there and leave a note. I feel like I should. and one of these red cafÃ©s makes the best shopska salad in the world.
obviously, I cannot wait until I go back.