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Guest Post by Peter: “Praha My Prague: A Micro-Memoir” / Petrovy vzpominky na Prahu

 

This is a guest post by Peter Korchnak, who writes American Robotnik. I met him via one of  the comments on Czechmate Diary and he immediately struck me as a great writer. Little did I know that he was born and raised in Slovakia and English is his second language!

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Prague“I’ve been to Prague,” is the most frequent response I hear when I tell Americans I’m from Slovakia (“Where is that?” and “Czechoslovakia?” are close behind). Prague looms large in many people’s imagination, and every time I hear the sentence, I think of ‘my Prague’ and the layers upon layers of memories the city conjures.

The Velvet Prague

I visited Prague for the first time when I was 12 1/2, with my parents in the summer of 1989. Every day of that week-long stay, I experienced the peculiar feeling you get when you see places you previously only saw on TV. Trip photos show me standing up straight, alert like a good pioneer, under the statue of my new hero King Charles IV, at the opposite end of Charles Bridge, under the entrance of the St. Vitus Cathedral, in front of the polar bear exhibit at the Zoo…

In November and December that year, Prague repaid the visit when footage of the Velvet Revolution demonstrations glued me to the TV screen. As I struggled to comprehend what was going on, I learned the names of my new heroes: Václav Havel, Alexander Dubček, Karel Kryl… I tried to identify the places I’d visited the previous summer as they filled with throngs that jingled keys and chanted, “Our hands are bare!”

The Foreign Prague

In my Eastern Slovak hometown of Kosice, Prague had traditionally played a bigger and more positive role than Slovakia’s own capital, Bratislava. Prague was our my beloved capital city; Czechoslovakia was my motherland. So when on January 1st, 1993, following the Velvet Divorce, it became the capital of a nominally foreign country, I stifled my tears (teenage boys don’t cry).

The Cool Prague

Though I didn’t get accepted to a university there, from my Bratislava dorm room Prague became closer than my hometown (thanks in large part to free or very cheap train tickets courtesy of my rail worker father). It was also much cooler than Slovakia’s capital: I went to my first big concerts there (Björk at the Palace of Culture, the Smashing Pumpkins and Oasis at the ice hockey arena); I departed from and landed there on my first trip to the U.S.; I planned to move there after graduation. Prague was the big world.

I visited Prague many times through the five years of college. Every visit created another layer of memories on top of the city’s long history; every visit created a new Prague.

Before my final year of college, I spent a part of the summer in Budapest, where I met A., who was a Prague girl. I helped her move to a new apartment in Prague after her job ended, and shortly after she dumped me. It was for the better. By that time I’d already started interviewing for jobs and found a room in a shared apartment at Prague’s South Town projects. I spent a night there after graduation, getting to know my soon-to-be housemates. On the InterCity train back to Bratislava I received a phone call informing me I’d been accepted to Central European University. Graduate school in Budapest had been a high school dream. Prague would have to wait.

The Pit Stop Prague

The Lennon WallIn the new millennium, Prague receded further into the distance, turning from a destination to a transfer stop on various trips (“prah” means threshold in Slovak, so maybe Praha/Prague finally came into its own).

I stopped there en route to my new home in Leiden, the Netherlands, in 2001. The following year I drank beers with a college friend on the roof of his apartment building, where we watched the red neon heart pulsate atop the castle. I was my wife‘s tour guide in 2005 when we visited for a few days on the way to Slovakia; she still talks about vepřo-knedlo-zelo (or roast pork with dumplings and sauekraut) I introduced her to at an Old Town pub.

It’s been 6 years since I last paid Prague a visit.

Prague the Memory

As much as I dislike having to bring my fellow Americans down to Earth when I say Prague is in a different country now, and has been for 18 years, and as much as the distance between Prague and me has grown, I still love her. Prague now lives in artifacts: in a bottle of Staropramen; in books like “The Wall: Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtain”;†on blogs like Czechmate Diary; in movies that make it to U.S. distribution.

I see Prague when I look over my shoulder, a mirage shimmering constantly at the edge of memory, continuing to change shape as time and space shift. I miss her but I know she’ll always be there.

Notes

Image credits: –Tico–and qyphon

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8 comments… add one
  • Tom Blaha November 28, 2011, 6:14 am

    Very nice writing about a very nice city. Thank you for sharing it with us.

  • Romana Osborne November 28, 2011, 9:53 am

    Sweet. It is amazing the effect that city has on people. I grew up in the suburbs of Prague, Kunratice to be exact, and often visited my grandparents who lived in Brevnov. I relate to Peter’s feelings about Prague “a mirage shimmering constantly at the edge of memory.” Thanks!

  • Tanja November 28, 2011, 10:14 pm

    You guys I am from Prague but have not actively lived there for 12 years so Prague is also ‘a mirage simmering constantly at the edge of memory’ to me. It is sad in one sense but the fact that it is on the edge allowed other elements to come in the middle and opened up my horizons, like the live that I have right now (living in USA).

  • Missy December 21, 2011, 6:04 am

    Prague is constantly on the edge of my memory as well. I only spent a year there, but it felt like a lifetime (in a good way). It’s been nearly 5 years since I lived in that city, but I still think about it all the time, and I probably always will.

  • Angela July 17, 2014, 11:52 am

    I just wanted to say that I rather enjoyed this post. What a creatively nostalgic concept–the different Pragues. Tanja, can you direct me to any posts you yourself may have written about your affections for the city?

  • Tanja July 21, 2014, 9:14 pm

    Hi Angela,
    I have been getting ready to write something like that soon. But I am not ‘ripe’ yet ;). Thanks for the interest and keep checking back!

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