A Crash Course in Prague
A Wednesday from...
Hell?
I went to a fabric store today... And did I mention, like the paper stores here, they don’t speak any English. And again, I managed to make a fool out of myself, but still conduct the entire transaction in Czech.
And then I spent another 5 hours in the darkroom. When I arrived home I spread my photos out on the table and kept working on their organization for the exhibition tomorrow.
And now... It’s 2 am again.
Bed time.