... the chairs outside customs in the Portland International Airport. The only thing I could think of was how much I wanted to go back to the Czech Republic. I had loved the Czech Republic. I hadn't wanted to leave the country. The Czech Republic was filled with cobblestone streets, ancient buildings and a beautiful graffiti wall. But most of all, the Czech Republic was overflowing with generosity. The Czech culture is one of the most generous I have ever witnessed. In the Czech Republic, one display of generosity stands out in my mind. At the English camp I was attending, there was a cottage with all of the sleeping quarters. Upstairs, around the corner, and through a door was a room with two plush seats. To the right of the plush seats was a couch. The couch followed the wall around the corner to a wall with a door. The ...

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