I WISH I WAS IN PRAGUE GETTING DRUGGED

Some years ago I went to Prague and ended up drugged, naked, covered in mud, and down $200. I was with my oldest friend, Murray, who had met me in Barcelona — where I had been teaching English for nine months — to traipse around Europe on the Euro Rail. We were 22. Our first stop was Vienna because my uncle was a State Department diplomat with a very sweet pad courtesy of the US government (sorry I got wasted and puked in your fancy marble sink, Uncle Michael). Even though we almost got the shit kicked out of us by an Austrian soldier in a bar — when he found out we were Jewish his true Nazi came out — it was a solid start to the journey. After Vienna we hopped on a train to Prague, which really is a stunning city, with stone bridges traversing the Vltava River. We found a rental room in a Czech couple’s apartment, dropped off our backpacks, and started walking towards Wenceslas Square in the city center. It was early evening and we spotted a brewpub, deciding to sample the local wares. The brewpub, Pivovar Narodni, was massive, with nearly a hundred wooden tables and 75-foot ceilings. <a href="https://medium.com/the-haven/i-wish-i-was-in-prague-getting-drugged-by-gypsies-d2d3a3aff0b4">Click Here</a>