In the cold and beautiful Prague, I met angels

I came to Prague with all kinds of illusions, but I was disappointed, the people on the road still looked very serious, I was avoided several times in a row to ask for directions, I was asked for less money to eat in Chinese restaurants, and the supermarket clerk did not look very friendly, and the mood was a little low.

Prague's architecture uses all kinds of colors and pictures, classical and literary beauty, and every day I will pass by the Charles Bridge and see what the various artists and street performers on the bridge are selling, all beautiful, but also have a sense of poverty.

My feelings about Prague remained in a state of indifference and beauty for three days in a row.

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On this day, I went to the hillside near the small city, there are many galleries on this slope, each with its own characteristics, I passed a gallery that looked very comfortable, from the window, the paintings inside were green tones, there was a very beautiful girl with her head bowed and concentrating on painting, this open space should be holding a painting exhibition, the gallery presents a natural and spiritual atmosphere.

Good to want to go in, but too elegant.

Just as a man walked past me and pushed open the door of the gallery, I went in with the help of his door. The paintings in the gallery are obviously all by her hand, and her name is Jitka. The paintings I saw in front of my eyes were full of green, countless flying brushstrokes used up green and yellow, painted trees, trees, or trees...

When jitka saw someone coming in, he put the painting device aside.

"Why did you use so much green?" I asked her.

"Because of my belief, green, trees are like life, painting green makes me happy." 」

She was dressed in a simple sweater, a plain blazer, and a warm smile.

I looked at each painting very carefully, chatted with her in words that I could express, and told her that I was an artist and was now traveling alone for a long time. My cold has been protracted all the way from Austria to now, and I have to cough a few times every few words I say, which is very embarrassing, but she does not care and does not avoid it.

Jitka said, "Do you want to sit down?" We can sit and talk."

"Okay."

She walked to the compartment behind the gallery and brought a large bag of candy a moment later.

"It's throat candy, you take one first, take some back, seven or ten don't matter."

"Great, thank you!"

She walked back to the cubicle and brought biscuits, black tea, and a colorful pizza-sized pie.

"Eat more, you've been traveling for quite some time."

I ate unceremoniously...

I took out the picture book from the trip and shared it with her, talked to her about the painting, the paper, the mood when she was creating, her work in the Czech Republic, when someone walked into the gallery, she left to talk to the guests, and then came back to chat with me, I don't know how long I talked with her, the more I talked, the travel, the mood when I was alone, what happened at home before departure, insecurity, loneliness, happiness, love, complexity, the future...

She asked me if I had faith.

"I pray only when I have difficulties, and I don't know if He will love me that way." I replied.

"Of course He loves you." Jitka replied in the affirmative as if I had asked a stupid question.

"Whenever I have a question, I meet someone, and the amazing one is just right to answer my question, and then I meet the next one..."

"Can I pray for you?" If you wish. I can read it in English, and you repeat it with me in English."

"Okay."

"Wait a minute, it needs to be quiet."

Jitka actually closed the door of the gallery, locked it, and turned off the music.

She sat back in front of me, closed her eyes, and held my hand with both hands, her hands were so warm and gentle, and then her voice, slowly, so warm, like an echoing warm wind whispering and hugging me.

She read a sentence, and I followed it, and the surroundings seemed to be still.

This prayer is very long, I can't remember it all, but I know that she asked the Lord to bless me with a safe journey, not to leave me alone, and asked the Lord to be by my side and let me find my way...

At the end of the prayer, she spread her hands and sang the hymn, her eyes still closed, thinking of something and taking my hand again and saying something, she put her hands on my head and said many, many words of blessing gently.

Before and after, jitka prayed for me four times, my tears were almost breaking, I put my hand on my left chest and felt that I didn't know what to say, and when my tears fell, she said, "You can cry."

This long afternoon was like the first century of my life.

I looked out the window as it was getting dark, and I had no sense of direction to hurry back, jitka sent me outside and taught me how to walk back, I hugged her tightly, she kissed me, that kiss, like a mother's kiss.

Walking on the dimly lit road, I thought of what Jitka said, "I always tell Him, give me the right people, give me the right people to come to my gallery."

"Am I the right person?"

"Yes."

I hope I deserve it...

At night, before going to bed, I prayed, and I always felt that jitka would give me a fifth prayer before going to bed.

Book Title: Take off your mask and go on a trip