Just about to leave the Prague main station for Ostrava (“To end up in Ostrava would be my worst nightmare,” to quote a taxi driver Petr once had) and Ostrava Days has already started. I’m in the first class lounge, and dripping in sweat as I think one of my carry-ons weighed around 80 lbs. (The checked bag made it under the 50-lb limit by three.) Almost dropped that one on an old lady’s head, but then thought I would kindly ask her to move aside for a moment.

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