Daily mythology: Hluboka

Today, my browser told me: Good morning, Thomas! In Hluboka clouds are torn apart and sun emerges! (My browser thinks that I am where it finds connection). I smiled, because I knew Hluboka, I was there….for weeks, actually: It is a small village – in the hills of Moravia, near the – now anew established – border in between Czechia and Slowakia. We lived in a small summer house, drank very, very cheap beer, contemplated the emptiness of the settlement – the peasants were in Prag enjoying the opera, because the state-run threshing-machines, advancing from east to west, were only in Zilina. Our hosts were Helena, teacher in Pardubice, Jiřř, zoo-director in Dvuř Kralove, and their two daughters –the younger just coming home from Cucumber-Olympiad. We drove around in a 2CV, nice car, but hard to repair there, visited numbers of places, strolled a bit on the High-Carpats-Trail and swam in a small pond near the house. It was summer and nobody thought about the future…


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