Cover photo courtesy of Nate Robert http://www.yomadic.com/
In September 2002 I rocked up in Bratislava with a couple of bags and just enough cash to last until my first paycheck. And so unfolded one of the great years of my life…
‘‘No, this one also doesn’t work’’ said Zuzana, beating her gloved hands together. ‘‘Oh well… we keep on looking’’.
It was a chilly October afternoon and I was accompanying a beleaguered Goldblum on what was fast becoming a wild goose chase. ‘‘Vadim…’’ barked Zuzana, rattling the metal handle on yet another locked door, “Choď skontrolovať tamtie červené dvere”.