Hospoda
The three of them walked through the village, stopping occasionally to talk to cats or for Him to point out interesting local landmarks; a house full of animals, a house with no electricity, a particularly remarkable bench. The finally reached the centre of the tiny village, the náměstí (square) and Hospoda na Náměstí (the Pub at the Square).
While He ordered some beers for them, They went to wash their hands and face; most of their body was covered in the ash from the end of the world, however these parts of their body was easier to wash. The argon lamp above Them flickered and the residue of the mushroom that was still dormant in their brain woke up. Someone would come in. They were bound to. Then they’d ask in Czech what was going on. Would They have an answer? Could they answer? A second flicker became someone else behind them, and but Their hands still weren’t clean; They tried to hurry, but time was cold and sluggish now they were off the hill and back indoors. After an eternity, They managed to leave the bathroom. As he left, he turned and checked that he had been in the correct one.
