The doorknobs are higher here than they are back home. But only sometimes.
I touched the top of my right arm the other day and discovered a bruise. I had no recollection of getting this bruise. It was only until I walked to the kitchen in the dark that my memory was refreshed. The high doorknobs are just below shoulder level to me and now I have two neat little bruises on my upper arm. Part of adjusting to Prague is to learn to avoid walking into doorknobs.
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