A Moment of Silence

It is a sad day my friends and avid readers.  Some person has stolen my backpack, and at a dang KFC (that's right, Kentucky Fried Chicken in Prague)!  While they may have had a good reason for it, like perhaps that they were hungry and were hoping for money, I wish they would have just come up and tried to get it from me instead of taking my backpack.  Most unfortunately, besides losing my money, ids, passport, iPod, etc., I have had my own personal journal stolen from me.  In it included EVERYTHING about everyday since I've been here, even the plane ride over.  And while my blog does detail the things that I'm doing, it doesn't necessarily portray the social aspect of this trip.  For example, I wrote just last night before this terrible event, that I could not get away from these few people who were particularly annoying and really irritated me.  I kept trying, but in vain, because they somehow ended up with our group of friends!  I had tried to give them a chance, but they are persistently annoying so I chose to distance myself from them instead of being a jerk (I thought it was a good idea!).  And for what! AAAH!!!  And, on top of all this fiasco nonsense, I have to give my big presentation today and coincidentally, we were at KFC working on our project when by backpack was stolen!!!  Is it karma for me wanting to get away from people?  I don't know, but it definitely sucks!  And KFC had a camera right near to where we were but the police said they couldn't use it.  Stupid Czechs!

And so, the only thing that wasn't stolen was my computer which is the most valuable thing in there, probably of everything combined.  For this, I am happy.  Most importantly, it is only stuff and I could have been taken instead of or with my stuff.  That is the silver lining in this drama.  And also that I had no credit cards!!  So today AFTER my presentation, my professors said I could go to the police station to file the report.  How awesome... NOT!  And I feel bad because I have no money so I must rely on my friends until I can somehow get some money... I still haven't figured that out yet.  Until next time...

P.S. My postcards that I was going to send were in my backpack as well, so, you might not get one in the mail, but I will definitely replace them and just give them to you!

P.P.S.  Hey Uncle Randy! Hey Kathy Strakis!!