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About Liberec

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Zámek Old Yard v Rychvaldu

I stroll down Nádražní, yeah, that street near the old train station where the aroma of fresh bread meets the hum of daily life – it always makes me smile. It's like "the white ribbon" of life, mysterious and wrapped in history, ya know? Strange, right? The town murmurs secrets as if speakin’ in hushed tones, like some Michael Haneke film, “whispering, whispering”, echoing things I can barely trace.