Maybe she's the wife of a rich American tourist, out looking for fun. Darja thought to herself. At the time, she had no way of knowing just how right she was.
"Here sweetie," Mrs. Jones said when she returned, "I wanted to use up some of my Crowns so I bought you a gift card to use later."
Darja couldn't believe it. The barista had written the balance on the back of the gift card: 4,500 CZK. The equivalent of two hundred US dollars.
"Wow, that's a lot," Darja stammered.
"Think nothing of it," Mrs. Jones smiled and gave a dismissing wave with her hand. "Now, you were about to tell me about your modeling career."
"Thank you," Darja smiled. Well, so far it's not going so well."
"I can't believe that."
"It's true," Darja sighed. "I have been here almost eight months, nine months on Frid
