I woke up behind my desk at Atol Production and made myself some Chinese tea and Czech coffee and ate from the very big bread and the salami that I bought yesterday morning. I tried
I woke up behind my desk at Atol Production and made myself some Chinese tea and Czech coffee and ate from the very big bread and the salami that I bought yesterday morning.
I tried to arrange something nice for my sister and mother’s visit to Czechia. I had suggested that they should get on a train straight to Pardubice, but I also asked my mom to check her e-mail at 2 pm to get the last instructions. At 1:30 pm I wrote her that they should stay in Praha and that I would come to meet them there; there are no hotels near the printing company anyway, and the space behind this desk is not big enough for the whole family and there is no hot water here.
Then I spammed all Hungary to arrange SEIGO sessions. I wrote Romanian friends for hitchhiking advice. I wrote my friend Haga (who – until I did this trip – was my only friend to hitchhike more than me) to ask how he made it from Greece to Italy. I wrote to Essen Spiel to tell them that I wanted to book a mini-booth for the board game fair in October. It was a day for planning. But I won’t bore you by telling about my plans. Instead I will write about how the plans turned out, starting from the next page.
At night Radim (the manager) called.
“Hi Harald! Are you in Atol?”
“Will you sleep in Atol tonight?”
“Yes … if it’s okay …”
“Of course it’s OK! Sleep as much as you want! Eat all the food! Drink all the beer! Smoke all the marijuana!”
I don’t smoke marijuana, but I obeyed all the other orders. One has to behave when conducting business in Bohemia.