Poor old Brno, always the bridesmaid never the bride. Everybody’s been to Prague, whether it’s a lads weekend sampling the Staropramen in copious quantities, a cultural visit to the castle, or a romantic saunter over the Charles Bridge. But Brno? Where on earth is that?
“These kids are the first generation to have everything: iPhones, laptops, free education. When, and we all know these things are in cycles, when the bubble bursts, I’m concerned for their resilience.”
An enormous glass tower, recently built on top of the original blast furnace, is the highest geographical point in Ostrava; it studs the dusk sky like a diamond lain on velvet. Flaking iron pipes pierce the troposphere. Walkways and conduits criss-cross crumbling concrete buildings.