This guy with a surname which is for some reason apparently quite unusual in English and quite usual in Czech was my roommate for almost two months – from the time we came here at the beginning of November last year until just a few days before Hogmanay. Even then, having moved to single rooms, we lived in the same flat, in fact he was “the guy from the opposite door”.
During my life I’ve been usually, though not exclusively, lucky in regard to roommates, and this one was no exception. We didn’t have enough in common to keep any contact now he’s gone, but we did have enough to have managed to tolerate each other’s foibles and idiosyncrasies without any problems, despite the double room being only as small as each of the single ones.
And of course, neither of us knowing anybody else here when we arrived, we began exploring Glasgow and Scotland together and later kept giving each other many a useful info and hint.
It’s already over a month since he left (5 March). I wouldn’t exactly say I miss him, but I do sometimes reminisce about that trip to Falkirk we undertook together.