From Czech

A Trip Here and There

It’s been almost two months we’ve been in Czech – take few days off and the stamp date in my passport from an immigration officer will match the day of the month soon.
Although it might seem like it, we’re not just sitting here waiting for the rain to end (which is rather often, I have to say), but Dori’s getting quite adventurous with her grandpa taking bike trips around the town and woods, even secretly going to a lake to play with water – that of course is happening against my wish and will, because as an overprotective mother I’m so much concerned about her ear if she tried to swim, and about her womanly parts as well, considering grandpa doesn’t think swim suit is necessary for kids and sitting on a stone in the dirty lake water with leeches is all right.
Besides her secret adventures like that, me and my mum do take her around too. Dori was so excited to go by train with us – we’ve got a rare one here, so it’s fun – and then to a castle where princesses used to live. She was rather disappointed when she found out the “used to” part as she was clearly hoping to see a princess for real, and big paintings just weren’t the right thing; although we adults can imagine a lot of things going on in the beautiful rooms filled with historical furniture, scripture, books and even every day mundanities, my child just really wanted to see the princess – and get it over with.
We enjoyed a nice lunch in a nearby restaurant as well and got completely overeaten by a very simple but delicious meal, and I bought myself a new handmade bag (there’s a shop in that town which for years already sells unique hand-crafted things, from mugs to toys and bags and clothing – every single piece is original, unique and completely hand made, awesome things, really; also the prices kind of reflect that) with about 3x more space than my previous one. It was from the same shop I always buy my bags, but since the kiddo grew up from the last visit, the amount of things I grab and carry around with me grew as well – plasters, napkins, disinfection for hands, lipbomb and a lot of other emergency tools, and of course the fact I can completely sink in my Pentax and a 700-pages-long book is a big plus. Although… I found out it has its negatives as well, and when you really, really need to find something small very quickly, it will always get completely swallowed up by the depths of the giant purse. Such as your passport when an embassy guard requests it. Oops…


It’s mainly me who travelled in the past days however, with Dori staying back at the town with her grandma while me and my father were en route to Prague or Jihlava or Pelhrimov, trying to get the paperwork done and solved – for real already. During one day we managed to walk by feet 16km of pavement and roads within the Old town of Prague and Letna, up and down and straight or not; I have to say that the castle stairs are real deal when it’s humid and hot outside and you’re a hijabi not particularly in form. I swear I sweated down at least three kilograms in that climb. No worries, I put them back up at home with a huge chocolate treat!
Alhamdulilah after so many weeks of obstacles and problems popping up one by one trying to make our life miserable, and surprising cooperation of a person whom I didn’t expect to do so, we managed to get it over with – be it by sheer stubbornness or the fact our jinnie got tired for a day which I managed to snap out of her program – the paperwork is now on the way to Kuwait, yay us!, (or by the DHL tracking site already is there, but not delivered yet, since 5 am already!), signed, verified, stamped and paid for.
Inshallah it won’t get harmed in any way and the Kuwait part will be smoother and easier now, because Ramadan is so close and it’s obvious I can’t avoid fasting in Czech, but I’d like to cut it to the minimum for many reasons. Long days, short nights, as for one, no AC for another, and mainly we’re residing at a really small town so eating any meat doesn’t come into consideration here, and our diet here is very sparse and non-healthy, overly vegetarian besides a fish time to time – which doesn’t go well with all the healthy fasting.

Sbírka úsporných, prakticky vyzkoušených předpisů a návodů, jak vařiti v malé domácnosti.

Už léta se snažím zjistit, kam se poděla zhruba stovka mých skic a kreseb z období střední školy i předtím, a naprosto náhodně podlehám pocitu, že mi to přeci pečliví rodičové nevyhodili, alébrž jen (ne)pěkně uschovali a na skicy se stále někde na naší půdě snáší milosrdný prach; pak se tedy vydávám po schodech do záhadného patra nad bytem, které je světem samo o sobě a jsou v něm ve všelikých krabicích i mimo ně poskládané knihy, papíry, korespondence i další perly naší rodiny za minulých zhruba sto dvacet let. Že se uprostřed pátrání po složce papírů velikosti A3 vždy přistihnu, jak pročítám a prolézám něco mnohem zajímavějšího, nevadí. Rozuměj, skicy mi velmi chybí a nepředstavitelně mne štve, že po nich není ani vidu, ani slechu (ovšem za předpokladu, že klidně ležící složka papírů by nějaké slyšitelné zvuky vydávala); ale je mnohem více fascinující vidět zdobný rukopis na obálkách adresovaných mému dědu (kterého jsem ani neměla tu čest poznat) z roku 1935, kdy byl v Praze váženým pánem, či pročítat obdobu dnešních nemravných Harlequinek ještě z konce 19. století; případně jako dnes se zmocnit kuchařinky bez data vydání (dle chytrých internétů byla ona kniha vydávána během obou světových válek i mezi nimi a těžko říct, kterého roku spatřila světlo světa ta má – tedy dle rukopisu babiččina, ale nyní již má – kniha).
Vzhledem k tomu, jak velmi odlišný způsob života vedeme dnes v porovnání s dobou před sedmdesáti léty (!), není na škodu nějaké tipy pro domácnost i mladé maminky předat dál – ať již pro zasmání, porovnání či načerpání dlouho zapomenutých mouder i nemouder.
Nehodlám samosebou přepisovat celou knihu, pouze citovat vybrané části.

Wet Summer

Almost since the day we came it keeps on raining in Czech – small drops, big drops, dense or here and there, misty or haily, that’s the weather we get. At least Dori’s not sorry that she can’t go out much yet. We started to go out short walks to forest now, but the rain comes sometimes quite surprisingly, even storms.






We usually take a short hike up the hill over the town, there eat a bit of peas from the field, and go back. It’s steep at least, so we can exercise a little bit. Not really much of a summer yet, with all that frowny skies we get 12 – 15 degrees of Celsius top, while in Kuwait is well over 40.
Gonna be a shocker coming back, I’m telling ya.

Strip-a-dumb-dumb

Oh my peoples! (Of the land of Czech, for this article.) So you strip for free stuff – and you’re telling me with the same mouth that prostitutes are bad when selling their bodies – and you’re better than them?
Every time someone will point at me and smirk at my scarf and long sleeves, I will think of this happening in Prague. It doesn’t – by any mean – make me any better than anyone else, but at least I don’t sell myself like that.
How far did our society reach that people who don’t starve or suffer hardship would strip – in the middle of a city in front of thousands of other people – for a piece of fabric? For free? Even old ladies?!
Why is this deemed as the greatest freedom of a woman? Or a man? Well thank you, I’ll stick with my puritanic dress code rather than jumping around in my petticoats on the street offering every unlucky passer-by a look upon my exposed body… and let alone cameras and mobiles – for a friggin shirt!
But please, enjoy your tops and pants and skirts – you’ve earned them the oldest way known to humanity! :)
(Message from me: Shame on you, doxies!)

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PS.: I don’t usually comment on political, religious or society issues on my blog, but some things are just way too disturbing for me not to put them here. I get judged and looked down upon for wearing hijab, but if I walked into a designer store in underwear, than it would be all right? Well, news flash, folks – this is not new, old Greeks’ve already done that. And how did they end.
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Well, what are you worth?

It’s Monday!

Lady Chickenpox is getting buried under pimples and blisters and doc told us we brought the sickness to the town (how could we, on my way from there we met an old acquittance of mine who was going to check these weird pimples on her daughter’s body… us, huh!), but other than the unbelievable number of red spots and dots on Dori she seems finally fine; after two wild nights though. We got white powder to calm the dots down and some pills for scratching so she won’t be left with scars on her face (poor babe got it even on her palms, lips and God knows where else it will pop up). We wanted to catch up with immunization schedule of Czech but this disrupted our plans and we will have to finish that in Kuwait, as her immune system right now is too weak to take any shots. Shame; might’ve been done before she gets to go to school.

Chicken from the Box named Chickenpox

A week flew by, we didn’t do much so far, except informative stuff and some visits to doctors. That includes yesterday’s visit of ER after kiddo got fevers and weird blister no her neck; which resulted in knowing nothing for the rest of the day (the doc said he can’t say anything yet) and today’s quite sure option of chickenpox, as the one weird blister cloned geometrically into dozens and dozens and they’re still coming in bunches like immigrants to a new promised land. So tomorrow’s another doctor, now for powder to cover the spots and hope for Dori not to scratch them bloody. She got – most likely – infected in her build-from-a-box school the last days she was there.


To the highest mountain, Boots!

My old childhood game “Big noses”, made from maple seeds.

View from the “highest mountain” above the town

Castle garden in town

Randomly quack!

We managed to get out quite nice though and Dori seems to enjoy the nature rather a lot, even gave up on screaming on every bug and fly and spider she sees. She landed heads first in a park and obtained a roughly scratched elbow with a lot of cry, but now carries it as a trophy of her adventures. (I’m small Dora, you’re big Boots.) I’m quite positive she will miss that outing back in Kuwait, although she started to miss her daddy here as well, and is now torn apart between these two options.