The Story of Yuriy and the Pig’s Knee
Sep 7, 2018 · 6 min read
Sometimes it’s nice to set all the drama down, walk away from the usual soap opera, and just let a sweet guy take you out to dinner.
I had just arrived in Prague. It was the same as I had left it and its cinematic Mitteleuropean flair remained intact. I, however, had changed. I was less interested in cute pastel town houses now, and more interested in trams and metros. Because once you live somewhere without public services (oh sorry San Francisco; I meant “with a tiny array of terrible barely functional mostly useless occasionally dangerous and always overpriced…

