“I wake to the sound of me grinding my teeth. I should probably sleep with cotton wool or marshmallow in my mouth to soften the attack.”
“My name is Jakub Procházka. This is a common name. My parents wanted a simple life for me, a life of good comradeship with my country and my neighbors, a life of service to a world united in socialism. Then the Iron Curtain tumbled with a dull thud and the bogeyman invaded my country with his consumer love and free markets.”
