Another sleepless night and another day without taking a shower. Nobody smelled it, at least that's what I hope.
The Czech Minister of Foreign Affairs said: "I read your book 'Tirza' in Czech. It struck a chord with me." He came closer. He didn't smell me, he smelled my books.
Michael March said: 'You lost weight."
"Uzbekistan," I answered. "Tajikistan. if you want to lose weight. Go there."
And Prague is a perfect city for skinny authors.