SO. You know when a czech friend asks you to take some pictures of him and his band and during the course of photoshoot they start speaking suspiciously in that strange language and throwing bizzaire looks at you and your proposed positions with plastic flowers and in-spite of them being somewhat weirdos you start feeling one yourself. This is what you get when you put yourself with klezmer musiciens. Countryside and old theatre in Republique Czech.
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