Life in this town is dull, dim, deadlock. Rusty routine corroded by erratic behaviour and mockery. It's time to move on, I repeat to myself once again, time after time. Memories are nothing but a burden and I'm the beast. I've been flogged by Miss Sciatica a few days ago, which was probably the most intense thing I've experienced this week. When I was a kid, I used to watch and re-watch that film with Demi Moore, GI Jane - I even wanted to be like her because she kicked ass as a Navy Seal and more importantly, as a woman. Anyway, I always tried to keep this scene in mind: if we're in pain, it's a good sign, it means we're alive. Pain is our friend, basically, because it lets us know we're not dead yet. Pretty basic, I reckon, but that's the bright side of life, isn't it? Speaking of which, I'm off to Czech Republic on Monday and Cláudia is joining me in this food-fueled (I'm counting on that) adventure. Anthony Bourdain should definitely hire us for the sake of his own show. Anyway, it will be my first time in Prague - suggestions, tips and recommendations are very welcome.