Fleda night

My dear people, two more exams to go. People are travelling, people are partying, enjoying their freedom, and I'm still stuck with exams. I know, I know, my fault. Next semester will be better. That's what I say every semester, but still. :D

I don't know did I tell you, but I got CEEPUS scholarship and I am staying in Brno! I literally started dancing in my room when I found out, in front of my amused roommate. I still have to write some letters to my home university to allow me to go and all those formalities, but I am staying! Exchange student life – extended.

I went to see Ms. Janska today, the dragon-lady in charge for the accommodation. Again today, she was kind of nice. I got to stay in my room, which does not have a balcony and is not refurnished but I don't care anymore. It's my home now.

When talking of home, I'm going home next week. My Croatians, Mate and Igor are going as well, but unfortunately they are not coming back. It's shit. Anyway, I'll be in Zadar again, finally. I can't wait. I miss Zadar so much, its streets, sea, cafés, and above all my friends. The best person in the whole universe named Žan already told me he'll help me with my luggage. I am saved.

Here, life goes on a bit slowly than before and more and more sad. Every day I hear people saying they are leaving. I know next semester there will be awesome new people, but if only all these awesome people that are/were here this semester could stay as well. It just won't be the same. But as everybody is saying, this is just „see you“, no „goodbyes“. I wish, I truly wish.

On Wednesday we went to 7nebe for the first time after like a month and a half and it wasn't something special. It was a welcome party for VUT students, it was okay, but it used to be way better. Maybe some other Wednesday; although bored of this club, it's still the most crowded place on Wednesday with sometimes really good theme parties.

Last night, an awesomely weird night. Slavic girls (plus Georgian) were having a little Slavic party with food and drinks; my roommate went, I couldn't because I had to finish my seminar paper (the deadline was today so..). I told them I'd come later, but when I finished with the paper and got ready, it was around 11:30 pm. I asked my roommate if I should bring the wine or something and she told me the party was over because Mr. Dobry Den came to their room and made them go away.

Just a little info about Mr. Dobry Den. He is our legendary receptionist and party destroyer at Vinarska halls, block A1. He sees everything, he knows everything and everybody. When he is on reception, no parties in the dorms. Okay, there are secret shush parties, but Mr. Dobry Den always finds them and puts an end to them. But, this is not all. In the morning, and I mean really in the morning, like 8 am, he likes to say good morning to all the rooms by talking gently with his mild voice: „Bla bla bla something that cannot be understood, bla bla bla something in czech, (for example) Goran Dimitrijević, room number 135, to the reception. Goran Dimitrijević, room number 135, to the reception, quick!“ Then, when you fall asleep again, he repeats the message, this time for somebody else. If he's calling your name and you don't come to the reception, you will get a post-it on the door. Ah, no worries if you are having problems with waking up in the morning like I do: Mr. Dobry Den is always there for you. If you wanna check out his facebook page, feel free, it's hilarious. Just type in Mr. Dobry Den.

So, to continue the story of last night. My roommate came back to the room, we took the bottle of wine and went to Dimitris' room only to find Miguel in his pajama, who had exam this morning. Then we went around the dormitories, bumping into random people who were walking pretty much like as, with no specific goal. Apparently, they were searching for some pre-parties as well. The corridors were quiet, there was something strange in the air. We borrowed the wine opener from Natalia, a lovely Russian girl, and came back to our room, leaving the door opened so that we can stay in touch with happenings in the corridor. Good thing we did, because we saw Maja and she told us there's a drinking game going on just two rooms further. So we went there, the room was super-full, laughing, drinking, shushing one another. It got so funny when we heard someone knocking on the door. They turned the lights out, everyone was saying „shhhhh“ but pretty loudly, and then people started hiding in the room. Simon went under the bed, some went under the table, behind the curtains. It was hilarious. My neighbor whose room it was went to open the door. It was just somebody who wanted to join the party. It happened two times, same story, but the third time it was Dobry Den. He surprised us and made us all go to our rooms. A couple of us went to Simon's room and after to the bus station.

In the bus, for the first time in my life, there was a night ticket control. A guy with his badge and the police. I was thanking God I remembered to take the ticket with me (which was valid only until today), but some weren't that lucky. Of course, half of the people went out of the bus at the next stop because they didn't have the ticket, but poor Valentina from Italy got busted and will have to pain the fine. I always thought that ticket controllers don't work night shifts. Apparently they do.

So, last night's destination was Fleda. I already wrote once about that club, saying it sucked but that I will give it another chance because it was one of the first parties here. It still sucks. The club is huge but it was half empty, even when all the Erasmus people came. We were the oldest people there, everyone else was like still in high school, except for one old guy who we saw before we left home sitting at a table, playing cards. Well, I can't really blame him, it would have been more fun to play solitaire than partying in Fleda. By the way, if you ever do go there, don't drink red wine. It's awful.

Daria and I were dancing, although music was whatever, then we took a smoke of joint, which was like the brightest thing during the whole time spent in Fleda. With the next bus, we went back to the dorms. We had a funny conversation with Igor, who didn't know that Daria is from Kazan in Russia, so he asked her: „Have you ever heard of Kazan?“ So bad. Of course, he didn't know, but still it was funny.

Today I submitted my seminar paper, tomorrow studying again, one exam on Monday, one on Thursday. Tonight, going out. It's Friday, I don't want to stay in. I still don't know where I'm gonna go, but I'll find out during the night. :D

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