Martin is not in Madrid

Drinking Had (the only thing you can see him doing [-;)

One nice december evening we got together with some my friends to read some peotry in the basement of the vicarage in Olomouc. Some people were reading their own poetry, some were performing some music, and some were giving us food.

Gigi cutting the bread

Performing Had

Čeče reading poetry

Mister teacher Přema

Two candles

From the left: Robinson, his brother Franta, someone who’s name I don’t remember anymore,

After reading we had to drink something, and chat a little. We went to our favourite pub “U Kuděje”. We were more than enought, and as the pub is usually full, some of us weren’t able to sit down, and went home. They apparently haven’t heard that people are indefinitely pressurized, so one more person always fits.

Magor

Eating Magor and drunk Had

Franta

Nikola

My brother Pepa

Franta starring at me

Had

Loštický polibek – cheese, povidla (plum marmelade), whipped cream

At the end we wet to the pub Garch. We were sitting there at the necroscopy table, and were smoking shisha.

Smoking Robinson