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My day starts with a beautiful tableau: a little girl comes walking up to the Moskva Hotel with a magic wand in her hand. Walking up to the sliding doors, she waves her magic wand and the doors open. She comes out again to do it once more: waving her...

For all guests staying in Hotel Moskva, we wonder: do you also have this weird set of white pebble stone decoration in your room? Not everyone has them (I for instance have been deprived of that privilege) and nobody trusts them! Why would they be there?

I never mention covid in my writings – the topic is too obvious. But in festival conversations the word is everywhere. You might wonder what we’ll be talking about once all this will be over. Every day adds new elements to the discussion. Like, in...

Driving down from Vienna airport to Zlin, sharing the car with another festival guest on his maiden trip to the Czech Republic, I try to summarize the country for him in one sentence: every village has a castle, there always pop metal on the radio, and...