So it turned out sometime in the
middle of October that the Vítkovice dormitory, where I was living would cease
to exist by the end of the year due to the lack of students. However, this end
of the year was NOT the school year but the calendar year, and it pissed all of
us off very much. Luckily, not many people came from further places to study at
Ostrava so the other two dormitories (Poruba, Hladnov) weren’t full either so
we could move away. All the three people I knew from Vítkovice (okay, I knew a
lot more but two of them were Erasmus students and the third girl was in the
other room of our block) moved to Hladnov and I didn’t want to live 30 minutes
away from the school (+walking), where there were parties every day (and loud
Spanish people everywhere; no offense but they really are very loud) so I decided to move there as well.
I got two new roommates, Klaudia
from Poland and Helena from Germany, both of them are really nice and they can
stand me so I think I won’t have to move out again.
Also, my aunt’s family and my
grandmother visited me in Ostrava last week and we went to the zoo and to
Opava; not much to say about them, the Moravian part of the Czech Republic
isn’t known for its beauty but for its heavy industrialisation after all. Opava
is a lot nicer than Ostrava but I still don’t feel like home in the Czech
Republic, even if my aunt says she feels more like home here than in Croatia
(or Krakow, Poland).
Last Friday we had a Polish
moving-in-party because it wasn’t us the only one who moved in nowadays. It was
really nice and it turned out that I wouldn’t be kicked out from a Polish house
party (or any party) because their party music is a little like our gypsy
wedding-music, and I can dance for it. Sadly, I was the last one to go to bed,
at half past one, and I didn’t feel like going out to Stodolní street.
This week on Thursday we went to the
theatre with some girls to watch an opera. What was interesting about it was
that the actors and actresses were singing in Italian and there were subtitles
for it! Of course I understood almost nothing from it (4 years Italian at
school? NON PARLO ITALIANO FRATELLI E SORELE!), but the singing and the acting
was so good that it was worth watching it (and it was also free so why not).
The story was rather banal, a group of men had Friday nights out with each
other at one of them and enjoyed themselves, watching sports and playing chess,
drinking champagne, and their girlfriends, wives, or I-don’t-know-what-s wanted
to know what they did there so they tried to steal their keys and sneak into
their “parties”.
On Saturday we went walking dogs to
a dog shelter at one of the nearby villages with some other Erasmus students,
and some of us fell in love with their pooches (especially Dasha, a Russian
girl). My doggie was more excited about running wild than about playing with me
so I ended up running after her shouting “FREEDOOOM” and “TO VALLHALLAAA”. My
little furry friend wasn’t really photogenic (but I could make her climb an
A-shaped dog ladder! and when her collar fell off she patiently waited until I put
it back) so I couldn’t make any good pictures of her but a Spanish guy’s,
Dani’s doggo helped us having hilarious memes:
Basically that’s all what’s worth
mentioning about the last some weeks; it started snowing on Saturday anyways so
soon this place won’t be that depressing with all the dark big buildings.
