Police: Czech yourself

Today I learned about Czech police stations.

Czech local police stations are very nice:

• Clean


• Mood lighting


• Comfy chairs

Czech 'Foreign Police' (immigration) stations are not very nice:

• Flickering lights


• Dead flies


• Holes in the plaster


• Lots of men with gun


• Chipped beige-painted bars everywhere

It was like an apocalypse video game except the guys with guns weren’t shooting at me. At that moment.

And there were no zombies. That I could see.  Hey, it was after office hours.

I have a suspicion that this two-tier policing system is not unique to CR.

Wait, so why was I there?

Well, I lost my passport. And my EHIC. And £400; CZK14,000, aka two-months' rent or a heart-breakingly enormous sum of money.

It fell out of my pocket cycling through Letna Park. When I went back almost immediately it was gone.

I need to simply NOT get hurt in a cycling-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-road incident; need to ENROL ON A DEGREE PROGRAMME TOMORROW; or eat or pay rent.
Rent and eating are arbitrary social constructs, right? I mean we don't need them.

Fuckit.