Bohemian Journey

I traveled to Liberec, a city north of Prague, to cross the border into Zittau, Germany. It wasn’t a sudden urge to see the former communist state; I had always thought that Germany had nothing interesting to see as much of it was destroyed from WWII. That was why I was baffled seeing grand architectures in this small border town, and my hand couldn’t help clicking at the camera non-stop.

I visited the three-country spot where Germany, Czech Republic and Poland met. I stood beside a cross on the German land looking over a tiny ditch which divided these countries and seeing a couple of Czech on my right and a group of Poles walking on the left. They were all Caucasians, and I could not tell them apart. It was then I shook my head in confusion trying to understand what the differences were which set them against one another countless of times in the past.

Mission accomplished. I now have a new stamp on my passport, thus extend my illegal stay in Czech for three more months.

Before I relocated to Czech, I told my friend that I wouldn’t think twice about his country when I leave, that it has nothing to offer compared to Bosnia. But I’ve changed my mind. I start liking the Czech Republic and won’t mind settling here for a longer time.