Bar Ktery Neexistuje

There was a time when it was impossible to drink in Brno. A drink was a foreign word. Then a Bar has opened. The Bar, where I like to return. Maybe it’s because of the smell of the bar desk just after opening. Maybe because I like to go up and down with the elevator. I try to read who am I from my window reflection. Frank Sinatra. Madonna. Al Capone. Audrey Hepburn. I am home here and that’s why I keep coming back. There was a time when you could only dream about New York, about drinking whisky from the store. Those days are over. New York is far away. Why does it matter anyway? The Bar is here. Here in Brno.