My Prague (for a glimpse)
In Prague I feel young and I am not serious. I get confused in the map, but I never get lost in the streets. I smile at everyone, greet the sellers, thank the waiters verbosely and in Czech for the delicious meat. I make guides laugh with my speech errors, I baffle hoteliers with sudden questions in their native language. I'm not afraid of anyone, and it doesn't cost me anything to be myself. I melt in a magical atmosphere, I dissolve in deep thought. When at home, at work, time flies imperceptibly, here it stops. This is the place where I want and can relax, just because I feel young, unencumbered by anything. It is very hard for me to work here, because at the age of nineteen it is not necessary to work, but it is very easy to rejoice, because at nineteen you have to enjoy life every minute of it. This is the city with which the last summer of my youth is connected.
Prague does not need the sea at all, which tourists terribly want, Prague is valuable in itself with this small imperfection of its great perfection. I no longer dream of living in this city, I no longer plan to work there, my life is connected with Prague in a completely different way. Each person must find for himself on earth a place where he will be simply young in soul. And visit sometimes. Feel a surge of strength. That is why Prague is mine. It was she, and not any other city from those dozens of countries that I managed to see from the most tender age. I need Prague, at least once every five years. She knows how to break into the heart, stir up emotions and drive away negativity. My problems disappear as soon as I go from horseback to New Yorker. I was a little connected with this city not long before I was born. I don't know why I love Prague so incomprehensibly. But I know that I will definitely be back.
Nastya Fedorova