Prague Café Society

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The plates were slammed on the small wooden tables and the
smiles keep strict and clean. The waiter had no particular reason to celebrate
today, a day like any other. 

As for me, another smudge of Czech beer on the
lips brought forth another truth. It was the lifeblood of my Prague café life.
Not so different from my Vienna café life. Or café life in general. Hours spent
creating an insular reality dominated by words and good humor. Cappuccinos
piling up beside local brews and menus lost in the shuffle. 

I could only get
work done against the noise of the café society. It was a world I could
control. Outside of these café walls, this measure of power is nonexistent.
Life carries on in the Czech language and the elites make it certain. The
vibrant Central European Republic places itself as a force between Austria and
Germany, between Poland and Slovakia, a safe guardian of European culture.

The cobblestoned streets outside are no accident. The
jumpsuited men who lay down the 5 by 5 by 5 centimeter cube stones in Old
Prague are neatly arranging history. They want to be certain to finish the job
in record time –what would Prague be without its ancient streets?

It’s here that I’ve lived on and off for six months. I
enjoy my weekends in Vienna, but I crush my week day calendar in Prague. The
classes take most of my time, but I still find a café as my refuge from the
imposing, grey clouds which loom above. The city is filled at any one time with
unsavory characters one would rather not get to know. And I’m sure the local
Czechs feel it much more than I do. How could they not, aware that their fair
land is a favorite of British beer tourists and European exchange students?
They’re only here short-term, they must say. Or hope.

The amount of tourists in this city is astounding on any
day in the Old Town. I compete with each one I see, sure I can better recount a
quick fact from Czech history if the situation called for it. I have to know
more—what more is all that café time if not for researching the particular
historical fact that will save me in my hypothetical Czech test? There has to
be a reason I sit here and drink. Or that’s what I tell myself. The waiters
know it too. Maybe they’re getting ready to test me if I stay any longer. The
clock is ticking. Time to change café.

Yaël Ossowski is an international consumer activist and writer. His writings and interviews have appeared in newspapers, magazines, and online outlets across the world in multiple languages. He is founder and editor of Devolution Review, deputy director at the Consumer Choice Center, and senior development officer for Students For Liberty. He was previously a national investigative reporter at Watchdog.org. He has a Master’s Degree in Philosophy, Politics, Economics (PPE) from the CEVRO Institute in Prague and a Bachelor's in Political Science from Concordia University, Montreal. He currently splits his time between Vienna, Austria and Charlotte, North Carolina.
Website https://yael.ca
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