Blog: How Prague will primitively heal drivers
“From August, Prague will raise the price of parking in the most frequently intercepted P + R car parks. On four people will pay 100 crowns per day and on nine 50 crowns. So far, drivers in all car parks except one have paid 20 crowns a day. “So much agency report.
Just indignation is said to be usually ten percent just and ninety percent envy.
This brief Philippines, this communal whip, I believe, does not correspond to the given characteristics.
I am writing it from the position of a countryman who, with his home coronavirus offices up to his neck, now travels to the metropolis several times a week now, when he is still calm. Men and women like me are daily in content of one hundred and forty thousand. And now Prague has decided to make money for all of us. And she will make it.
The municipality knows very well that driving to the center or in my case to Smíchov is perhaps worse than having your teeth torn. As Seznam Zprávy informed this week, the number of traffic closures is a record in the Czech Republic. With the help of all, Prague is the worst off.
The reality is really raw. Today, only adventurers with masochistic tendencies go to the center of the capital behind the wheel. And we have a holiday! With the beginning of September, this problem, which is now crushing mainly us, mentally fragile drivers, will become a collective psychosis.
Drivers commuting to Prague for work, ie us, will eventually overcome the price increase. I have nothing else left, we have no choice. What is better? Leaving a car on the outskirts of the city for five times the current prices and arriving at the office by metro in twenty-five minutes? Or spend an hour, or rather longer, stumbling through congested Prague and suffer eight heart attacks in the columns, or organize a plate of neurol?
With permission, I will reject any objections that might arise – why is the idiot (me) not taking the train? Well, because if you sit in Liberec, which he talks about all the time, in the ancient tobacco-rancid leatherette compartment, you will get out of it in Prague after almost three and a half hours. In the worst case, if you have a meeting with colleagues at nine and if there is no other rest, after four hours.
I agree, it’s unbelievable. But the journey by train from Liberec to Prague takes more than one hundred and eighty minutes in the era of autonomous electric cars, private excursions to the borders of space and flying taxis.
And what about the bus, whining doll, aha !? If, like me, you are lucky enough to live in Jablonec nad Nisou, you will get off the bus on the Black Bridge on the edge of the metropolis after an hour and forty minutes. True, I count thousands of procedures done at the station.
However, if you do not fit into a direct connection, you will be wandered by courier to neighboring Liberec and only then to the mother of towns. I advise you well, get a nanotank (because you won’t survive it in a respirator) with an illustrated affected smile, which will cover your narrowed lips with rage over unbearably automatically approaching fellow passengers. On the outskirts of Prague, we will drop it, disgustingly damp, in about two hours and thirty minutes.
Yes, public transport in the Czech Republic is in a deplorable state. Depressing for neighboring Saxony is depressing for us North Bohemia. For swimming to Zittau, for shopping or shopping to Dresden, we travel everywhere almost exclusively by train. Traveling by German suburban connections is fantastic. Like jumping on a sci-fi rail from a swampy medieval gutter.
Going by train to Dresden is a crystalline pleasure, and I’m no jerk. German railways run for a minute exactly. The wagons are aseptic. Toilets do not cause vomiting. Deutsche Bahn does not spare. You can buy coffee and a small treat on the train. Wi-Fi and laptop sockets are an age-old standard.
But I turned it too far.
If I fly through the planned Prague reality with a critical look, I see bloating. Prague is disgraceful to the people who work in and for it. What clever western cities have long had free parking houses on the outskirts with petrol, metro and coffee tickets for free, with charging stations, toilets and free bike rentals, Prague will choose the dumbest possible solution – more expensive. Confidently. Sure, he can only make money.
In a business environment, the competent authority may be dealing with the anti-abuse monopoly. No one in the political world will deal with this.
One hundred and forty thousand people spend an extra thousand a month for the city council to graciously allow them to park in obscure places, where a car often grinds a quarter-meter sedge breaking through grass tiles without them. In places where it is not possible to pay by card, where the machine does not take banknotes, or even metal 50 crowns. The year is still 1989. At best.
But what if they swear, forks. They can’t vote for us anyway.