Digging a Little Deeper
I went to a meeting of European Broadcasters in Prague last week, hosted by the good folks at Radio Prague. I always look forward to going to Prague and always look forward to leaving. I go for the visual feast as this city is a magnificent blend of Habsburg and Jugenstil delights. I leave, gratefully, as Prague continues to have the lowest standard of customer service of anywhere I’ve ever been, and I travel all over Europe.
Example - checking into my hotel, I had the following conversation, if you can it that, with the receptionist known only as “Miss Katka”:
Me: Hi, have other members of my party arrived?
Miss K: Yes, Mr. W. is in Room 205.
Me: But Mr. W lives in Prague. So who checked into Room 205?
Miss K: Yes, Mr. W.
Me: No. Mr. W. only made the reservation. He lives here.
Miss K: Yes, in Room 205.
Katkaesque?
The weather was frigid and the normally taciturn Pragueites were as antisocial as ever. I even managed to have a pretty unpleasant exchange in the airport with a lady bartender who silently scowled at my pretentious request for a double macchiato (a double espresso with a drop of milk foam on top, you really should try it). She glowered as I quickly gulped it down. I was glad to go.
All week I walked around all too glad to badmouth the Czechs. “The Slovaks were right to want to get away from them” I would say to anyone who would listen. And then something happened.
Yesterday, my 4 year old son and I went to a screening in Amsterdam of some cartoons. The best of them was a character called Krtek, or “Little Mole”. These are innocent, delicate, magnificently colored and drawn little vignettes made in the early 1970s. Armed with an unhealthy sense of curiosity, Krtek was constantly digging his way into trouble. Somehow, he would keep his wits and get out of it again. It must have been the same for Czechs in the 1970s where curiosity could get you into deep trouble and only a fast mouth could get you out of it. Life must have been Krtekesque.
My son cried when the cartoons ended. And every time the closing credits said “Made in Prague,” I felt a stab of guilt.
Click here to find out more about ‘Krtek’ the little mole!