Apparently books are the most popular presents for us Czechs. They probably always have been because I remember that even when I was attending elementary school, kids were always talking about the books they got for Christmas or for good grades at the end of the school year.
I didn’t like them because I had to get up early and I wanted to sleep late. But my parents wouldn’t let us, they insisted that my sister and I join them at church where everything started at 9.
If you visit Prague, you too will come across him. A small toy-animal with black fur, a sweet face, a clown’s nose sticking out and huge eyes. On my tours I am often asked who he is and whether he is a cat or a bear and why he is sold just about everywhere.
The delayed plane from Vienna finally landed at Prague’s airport. It was late at night and it was snowing heavily. Together with two other foreigners, he checked in to the Ambassador hotel on Wenceslas square.