Just Call Me Pocahontas

On Saturday morning I met up with Tommaso and Mirka at the Brno bus station since Mirka was taking the bus to Greece. Yes, the BUS. Like 33 hours later I think she made it to Greece, but it’s cheap so you can’t complain. It was, of course, sucky (yes, that’s such a smart and descriptive word) to say goodbye, but what can you do?

Anyway, we wanted to make sure that Tommaso wouldn’t be too depressed with Mirka gone, so we decided the only remedy would be to get wasted. We met up with Lukasz in Cesky Tesin to get our party on. Cesky Tesin is a town on the border with Poland with half the town on the Czech side and half the town in Poland. It’s weird because across from Lukasz’s place there is a river and one side is Czech and the other side is Polish. The Czech side doesn’t really have much to do on it, so we went to Poland to hang out. We had dinner at a really good restaurant where the owner seemed to take a liking to us (yay for being a freak show) and gave us some free shots and suggested other liquors we should try. After that, we went to a disco and were dancing around and having random conversation with people.

First random conversation with a guy who said he was a police officer and Lukasz insisted was probably a security guard at a grocery store:
Guy: szszszszszszsz (whatever Polish sounds like)
Me: What is he saying?
Lukasz: He’s calling you a gypsy and saying he’s a police officer etc etc
Me: Why does he think he can call me a gypsy? What an asshole!
Guy: szszszszszssz
Lukasz: He doesn’t understand what you are saying. And he is still calling you a gypsy.
Me: (turning to guy) Fuck you! Rozumis (do you understand) that?

Then me and Lukasz made fun of him. He was a total loser.

Later in the night we made friends with some random Polish guy. Well, Lukasz made friends with him, I had no idea what he was saying.

Guy #2: szszszszszszs
Lukasz: This guy wants to know where we met. I told him we met in the States and that we are married. (making up stuff is so much more fun)
Guy #2: szszszszszsz
Lukasz: (turns to me) He says that you look like Pocahontas.

Yes kids, Pocahontas. Poca-fucking-hontas. Definitely the high point of the night. So, since I’ve been in the Czech Republic I have been called:
1.gypsy (more than once)
2.Mozambique pearl (by a really drunk guy on the bus)
3.Indian princess (by the ladies I used to work with in Ostrava)
4.Pocahontas

I am still struggling to decide which one is my favourite, but it’s definitely either Mozambique pearl or Pocahontas, they are much more imaginative than gypsy and so inaccurate.