Our path towards adventure was truly adventurous. We ran into two families asking for directions: one for the land registry office and another for the herb garden. My husband is helping out at a children’s day organized by the local Club for Children and Youth, in which little Josef is participating with his preschool. So it’s up to us girls to organize the household and get it into shape. We’ve barely hung the duvets out the window to air out when the first journalists show up. There’s constantly someone coming and going, but we like it that way. The circus begins. It’s not normal life – it’s non-normal life. One report after another, with no time for lunch. Instead, we brew an awful lot of coffee. Passers-by stop in, all of them with positive feedback. Locals come to talk, neighbors to introduce themselves. We disuss anything and everything, including the political situation. The tourists were a bit surprised by the hopscotch court drawn on the cobblestones, but they skipped across it anyway – all thanks to the gang of mothers headed by Katka and Marie. As part of the children’s day event, the kids got ice cream from across the street. My brother-in-law stops in for his regular massage, carrying fresh elderflowers for making cordial. I do the first load of laundry and my husband and Mr. Krejza bring the electric oven. Dinner can now take place. The local students organize a spontaneous gathering at which they paint and talk. They fit in wonderfully into the atmosphere of Široká Street. The floorball players from Vera’s team glide masterfully through the crowds of tourists. As I am hanging the diapers to dry, someone from the ČeskýKrumlov Dailyarrives. All that is missing is Josef Pecl from the local TV station. We enjoy a brief moment of rest, but it doesn’t last long. As I’m nursing Katka, we are hit by a bird from above. The purse, too. “What a bunch of sh–,” says my brother-in-law Míra.
The vesper bells ring. But the day is not over. Little Josef is hungry for experiences, so we go cross the river to catch fish.
0:55 Bedtime.