In the evening, we enjoy a Black Light theater performance. This is a theater genre that has been created and developed in Prague. It is unique, fascinating and funny. If you visit Prague, this is a must.
The evening is warm as we walk back to our apartment. Lots of people are out in the streets. Walking on the street stones of Dlouha Street, small street stones typical for Prague, another memory comes to my mind. A memory from the Jas Gripen activities back in the late 1990’s. We were to meet the President of the Czech Republic, Vaclav Havel.
We, all the twenty of us, gathered in a rather empty room adjoining the President’s office. No furniture in the room, just a microphone on a stand in a corner. We were served drinks. As we were standing there, sipping our drinks, Vaclav Havel entered the room. A rather small and thin man. Previously a heavy smoker. Only one lung left after lung cancer surgery. The hero of the Silk Revolution. The hero of the people. The first President of the free Czechoslovakia. He walked slowly straight up to the microphone. Someone introduced him.
He did not smile. He did not really look at us. A very serious man, I thought. Or was he shy? He took out a paper from his pocket and started to give a speech in English. I don’t really remember what he talked about. It was probably one of those polite speeches that was given to every foreign group of visitors to the President’s office.
Still no smile. Still no eye contact. No face movements. A soft low voice. The speech was monotonous. President Vaclav Havel seemed to be bored. No, bored is the wrong word. Depressed is a better word. A depressed President? No chance to ask questions after the presentation. After the speech, Peter Wallenberg and his companion Erik Belfrage went over to Vaclav Havel. Even though we were in the same room, I could not hear their discussion. But I watched Havel. Still no smile, no happiness in his face.
Then Vaclav Havel left. Someone announced that the President had left for the day. But we were free to visit his office in the next room. A rather dark room with dim lighting. Thick curtains in the windows. A big desk, rather empty except for some documents and books. Some photos in frames. Several telephones on the desk. On the side, a big Czech flag. Behind the desk there was a book case with books. On the walls, framed photos, some of them in black and white. I recognized a younger Vaclav Havel in many of them. Pictures from the Silk Revolution. Pictures from happier days.
I still wonder today… Vaclav Havel, Mr. President, why were you so depressed? Was it the fact that your health was giving way? Did you have personal problems? A lonely soul in the presidential palace? Or did you just have a lousy day like all of us have sometimes?
I shall never know the answer….
We have arrived in Prague. Beautiful Prague. Prague, the city that is located north of Paris and west of Stockholm. The city in the center of Europe.
The atmosphere in Prague is enchanting. The city is full of history and culture. Full of beauty. Full of tourists and stars. Beautiful buildings and old statues. Street artists and musicians. The city that has it all. The city that is full of the expected and full of surprises
Summer has come to Prague. We walk more than ten kilometers this first day, from our apartment near the Old Town Square to the square. We watch the Astronomical Clock, from 1865, sharp on the hour, where the wooden statues of the 12 apostles parade in the clock windows every hour. We cross the Vltava River on Charles Bridge, the bridge built in 1357 by Charles IV. On the bridge, a star of some kind is being photographed. A local celebrity?
Prague is full of street cafes and bars and we take a break for half an hour, having both tiramisu and a beer. Prague is the capital of beers. Our walk continues up to Prague castle, the biggest castle complex in the world. We stop for a concert at Wallenstein garden to listen to beautiful music and to rest our legs. Slowly, we cross Manesuv Bridge, stopping occasionally to watch the beauty that Prague constantly offers. Back in our apartment, we rest our tired legs, watch TV news and we are reminded that there is a world outside fairytale Prague.
When the sun sets, we leave the apartment again. The street restaurants are full of people. We have Czech food, Czech beer. We have a full Czech satisfaction….
It’s time to leave. We are packing the car. Boxes. Bags. Suitcases. Skaithos, here we come!
This first day, we will drive 650 kilometers, from Stockholm to Trelleborg, a small town in the very south of Sweden. From here, there are ferries to Germany and Poland. We will have dinner in Trelleborg, then board the ten o’clock evening ferry to Rostock in Germany. After sleeping a night in the cabin onboard, we shall arrive in Germany at 06.00.
After a couple of hours drive on Thursday, we will reach the ring road around Berlin. We may get stuck in heavy traffic here. It is peak hour traffic, people going to work in Berlin. From Berlin, we have another 350 kilometers to Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic, where we will spend a couple of nights.
It is a beautiful morning in Stockholm. Sun shining from a clear sky. The weather forecast for the next two days is fairly good. Mixed weather later today in the south of Sweden, risk of light rain. Going through Germany tomorrow, warmer and cloudy, possibly no rain. Good driving weather.
Looking forward to being on the road again…