I once taught English for beer, shots of rum and all the filterless cigarettes that I could smoke in an hour. I sometimes taught it as a favor to my colleagues or because it made me feel like Mother Theresa. I taught English to get into a woman’s pants or because I was in love. I taught it for my dinner, for trips to castle ruins in the Small Carpathians and for five liter demijohns of village slivovica. But most of the time I taught just to see where it would go, who I would meet and how would it all end. And sometimes I even taught for the money.

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