^^^^ those warm summer nights at Stalin Park, skating the marble benches and curbs, watching hot slim Czech ladies in short skirts passing by, smoking a blunt enjoying that unbelievable view over Prague, the river and the bridges with that huge metronome swinging over your head, skating more until dusk, then open up an ice cold Pilsner when the session comes to an end, walking down those stairs to the river, crossing the bridge into the Old Town which is buzzing by now and the clubs and bars are just filling up, a shower in that cheap hostel and then heading into town again, knowing the night is still young.
My Sweet Lord, I miss those days, especially in 2020.