The Czech School

I may not have mentioned that... This is what daddy calls "a figure of speech". He says that the Brits love these artificial forms of hesitation and uncertainty that only prolong the beginning of the story. Just like now. So, I have not mentioned that in the spring of 2010 Kiki and I started going to the Czech School in Frankfurt. It's not a school, really - I mean, in a proper school you have classes in all kinds of exciting subjects, like chemistry, you get to make friends whom you can punch in the nose, you can buy drugs, etc. The Czech School is more like this place where we go each Saturday morning for an hour or so, we sing in Czech and dance, we listen to fairy tales, that sort of thing. The teachers are real Czech ladies who are doing this for free, simply because they like it. They are nice and always smiling.

It's really great. We all love it, especially daddy who says that he wouldn't know what to do with a free Saturday morning anyway. As part of it, I got to meet lots of Czech kids I did not know before. Some of them have one non-Czech parent, like Kiki and me, others only have grandparents and the like. But all speak Czech, which is like an alternative universe within the otherwise omnipresent German universe around us. Wait a minute - can a universe exist inside of another universe? I asked dad and he said that it's possible if the universe is a matrioshka, which is this wooden Russian doll that you can open and inside of it is another, smaller one which you can open too, and keep doing it until you get to the smallest one which is usually Stalin. I wonder if he really believes that answered my question. Anyway, so after a year of playing games and learning new dances and singing immortal Czech classics such as "Pec nam spadla", "Kalamajka mik mik mik" and "Prusa je uchyl", we got to graduate! And there was chaos, and there was havoc, and everyone wanted to take a picture and nobody wanted to stand still.

The highlight, of course, was receiving our graduation papers with which the Czech Ministry of Education confirms that Kiki and I can speak Czech. Seems like something I knew already, but daddy says that there is nothing like having it black on white. You can then take a picture and send to grandpa and grandma.

By the way, did I mention that Kiki is the prettiest girl in the world and that when I grow up I will marry her? And don't worry, she knows already, and she's fine with it. She just asked me to try not to snore so much.

And then we talked with our best friends Eliska and Jachous, and then we said "goodbye" and that was it.

Is proper school as fun and as easy as that? I hope so!