Ahoooj, tady Eliška!

Let’s be real for a sec…

Mluvíš česky. You can order in a café, talk to the soused, maybe even throw in a little joke here and there.
But when things get deep… fast… or super Czech… you freeze.
You smile, nod, say “Jo, jo, chápu”… but inside you’re thinking: “Cože?! What did they just say?”

And even after all the efford, you still sometimes feel like cizinec.
Not always. But often enough that it stings.