Relieved at not having to get up at 6:00 to get the bus to Jan’s. Barbora’s friend drove us. Veronika, Ezra, Veronika [sic], me, down. It took about an hour to get to T[ábor]?
Ezra embarrassed himself here by writing “Yankees Go Home” on a piece of paper and sticking it under the windscreen wiper of a NYNY plated car. The owners saw us and drove down the street after us. Somehow Ezra1 smiled his way out of it.
We arrived at Jan’s and went for a swim. I went for a ride on his motorbike. Becoming worried about sleeping arrangements. Small house. Jan hilarious. His cologne is called ‘Nonchalance.’ Real-life outdoing the gall of fiction.
Watched some TV. Went down to the lake with Veronika. Recited the poems I know. Stayed up until two. Playing guitar. Watching Barbora et al playing cards. Went to bed with Veronika2. Didn’t sleep.
Canadian.
Young-Toby’s friends, knowing his feelings for Veronika, have deliberately misarranged the sleeping arrangements to that they end up in a room together. He and she were gamed into bed with one another, as an amusement for everyone else. People can be mischievous and very kind at the same time.