AT THE COMMUNISTS
Leoš was sure that nothing could happen now, that all that bad stuff was behind him now, that it died along with his past life, and that now he was all right. It’s important to be all right, not to fear the next day, the next night. To calmly buy yourself a bottle of good Hungarian wine, sure, Egri Bikavér, and drink it, alone if you must, or with a female, whom you lead to the door tomorrow, with a smile, and close it behind her. All right. With a smile and a little something else, I don’t have anything else for you, but what I gave you is quite enough. Three times a night, for sure. Four, no problem. That’s why he bought himself a nice wide bed. A real airport for long taxiing and sheer takeoffs. It depends on what you’re flying. I fly all sorts: from ultra-lights to B
