A sign of love - lovely signs

One of the joys of living in the Czech Republic is the carefree approach of retailers to the art of sign-making. They are wonderfully unimpaired by artistic concerns. After all, the point is to get the message across.

The Day Václav Havel Died

In 1989, when I was only six years old, my parents kept pointing out a man on the TV. He had light hair, a wispy moustache, blue eyes: Václav Havel did not look like all the other politicians I had seen.

An ode to small shops

This is really just a love letter to my favorite fruit and vegetable store in Prague.

Čeština je magor

V jedním z komentářů na můj první blog se ptá pán Milan Kovár:

„Umíte, zdá se, docela dobře česky, proč tedy ve zdejším prostředí publikujete anglicky?

Krátká odpověď by byla asi: „To se fakt jenom zdá.“

Are we what we eat? Or: The sad state of Czech window displays

Hello. This is my first blog. My name is Sarah Borufka. I was born in Germany to Czech(oslovak) parents, and now I work as an English-language journalist in Prague, to where I moved from New Orleans. It’s not that interesting why and how and what and I’ll explain that later. Let’s... …