Kevin Dahlgren is dead. He cut a path through the English-speaking community of Brno that I will never forget.
As a public service for my fellow expats who may soon be planning to visit their home countries and who may want to give a present that is somehow connected to their lives in Brno, I have some suggestions.
Every December, thousands of people gather in the fields east of Brno to commemorate a battle that arguably changed the history of Europe and the world.
Speaking Czech is hard enough. Correctly pronouncing Czech names is even harder. Heck, even the name of this city is impossible to say right. It’s Brno, not Bruno!
Many local expats can probably appreciate this reality: before you know it, you are more defined by what you do in the Czech Republic than what you had done before.
What? Me buying drinks, chlebíčky, and cake for colleagues? But like most everything I have encountered as an expat, I got used to the local birthday traditions and I have even grown to like them.
This is my new plan. Read Czech vocabulary pictures books with my daughter and study them after she falls asleep. Watch Večerníček every night.
Want to see the backstage of a bona fide cathedral? June 9 is Noc kostelů – Church Night – when the local churches open up.
Through the Meeting Brno festival, I hope to better understand how history and social tension already impacts others and will impact the future.
Writing was always what I wanted to do. I would grow up, go to university, get a degree, and write books for a living. Simple. Things didn’t quite work out that way.