the visual arts masters program show opened today, but i did not really get to see it, because magical sweater czech walked into the school. this was it, this was it. i was so scared that the two glasses of wine i downed at the opening in record time did zero for my nerves, and after i spent 15 minutes hyperventilating like a 12 year old outside of the architecture studio, with i. and j. dragging me to the door and trying to convince me that i have nothing to lose, he walked out of the room and down the hall. inspired by the old communist saying: "we solve problems by marching ahead," i took the initiative and ran after him like some kind of demented troll. he was gracious enough not to call the ambulance, but actually smiled as i made it perfectly clear that i have no speech prepared. two hours later (!), i found out that he lived up perfectly to every notion i had about magical czechs - except maybe the pet bear - and now i am on cloud nine. he speaks little english but enough for me to understand, and lo and behold, i can apparently speak a little czech!
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