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I have two birthdays. The first is the usual kind, being expelled, screamin' and hollerin', from a very comfortable and a warm place. We've all had those even if we don't really remember. The record shows that mine took place on June 1st 1951 in Prague, in a little central European country then called Czechoslovakia. The second birthday was a more understated event that took place exactly 18 years and 3 days later and I remember it clearly. I left the vile womb of Communist banality and flew to friendly, hip, cosmopolitan London, England, in search of, well, something better, more exciting and fulfilling. Breaking all ties and with only a slim chance of ever going back, I had a rare opportunity to start with a blank slatea new person. A four decade long journey through four different countries followed, and along with modest successes, there were assorted screw-ups, cultural gaffes, lapses of reason, embarassing faux pas and other oddball happenings. Some were committed by me, some by those I met along the way. Except for a change of most names and a date or two, these stories are all true. They are the Bouncing Czech Tales. Karel Kriz |
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I welcome feedback of all kinds. Messages of appreciation, encouragement and constructive criticism are always accepted with thanks and responded to as time allows. Flame-throwers, insult-merchants, saber-rattling trolls and lonely grammar/syntax/spelling maniacs are encouraged to get a life and will be generally ignored. © 2007 Karel Kriz and Bouncing Czech Productions |
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