The Big Bang, a disease

Hello terrestrials! It’s me again. I am a hundred per cent sure that sometime in your life you have ever been thinking about our universe-how it was created and stuff. Well, I guess everybody has a different theory. I took this idea and mixed it with sloths because they are cute and … well, who doesn’t like sloths? Anyway, I really hope you will enjoy the story.

„I exactly don’t know when it had started. At the beginning, I thought it was just my paranoid feeling and it is not real, but from day to day my head is getting heavier and heavier.“ Bright blue fur of Nathaniel’s body sat next to his pinky life partner Miranda. A doctor in front of them with a stupid smile listened to him.
„Sloths are getting stressed these times. Our planet has been swallowed by technology. Maybe you should take a rest of it. My medicine is: No work, no computers, just a little essence of nature and overworked brain of yours will be working properly again“ skeptical Doctor Clearwater replied. Miranda gave him that serious look. „That’s ridiculous Doctor! We live a Greenpeace life. We would never use this unnatural and disgusting electricity … Ew!“ Doctor’s head took ashamed look. He felt really sorry for the young sloth-man in front of him because he was not able to help him. His self-confidence was ruined by this fact.
„I am sorry ma’am. There is one thing I can do. I am going to pick up a phone and call to, you know … a kind of SOS number. Hope we will find a perfect way to help your husband.“
„We are not married.“

Miranda and Nathaniel left an ambulance without any results. So, they went home. It was quite difficult for Nathaniel to move. Finally, their favorite elder tree appeared. As every night they connected their spirits with primeval forest and dreamed their sweet lucid dreams.

Days passed and nothing has got better. Temperament Miranda decided to go to Doctor Clearwater’s ambulance again. She was full of power and anger because this “revolutionary technology world“ was just a useless bullshit.
„It is not his fault my love. He did what he could. Don’t blame him for the system of this society.“
Powerless Nathaniel disheartened by his heavy shoulders found last cells of hope inside him.

„Hello my green friends!“ the doctor welcomed them with successful feeling inside him because the SOS number had worked, which is a rarely thing. „If you remember, I used the SOS number on our last appointment. It worked of course and I have found this nice soul. She is willing to solve your problem if you go to her laboratory on 3th moon of our planet. Hope you will have a great adventure!“ Afterwards, the sentence was spoken and new hope was born.

The 3th moon of the planet, where life partners Nathaniel and Miranda lived, was the centre of science. Surface was bright white and subway ashy and black. It was also a graveyard down there.

The nice soul was immediately prepared to welcome life partners. They jumped out from transporting ship and met that purple sloth face with round glasses. Her smile showed black space between her teeth. They exchanged a few words and went to doctor’s ambulance. „Doctor Carrieta Drysuop“ as she introduced herself started dialog:
„The SOS number works like this: Doctor calls if he comes across an unusual case. You are an interesting case, Nathaniel.“
„Thanks doctor, it is an honour, I think.“Nathaniel replied.
„Let me solve this for you …“ Doctor Drysoup got strangely excited about it.

Final scene comes a few hours later, when Nathaniel is already examined. He is lying on a desk in the room for the most special cases of all times. He is completely powerless. He lived to see his unfortunate destiny. Doctor Drysoup’s words are exterminating his whole reality.
„I don’t think you are going anywhere, Nathaniel. Do you really think I would lose this unique chance? No, silly. Just imagine all that innocent planets inhabited by parasites with souls capable of loving. You are a universe now. Honoured by the Big Bang. A disease.“ So this is his life. He is soil and the galaxies are  flowers. Under his eyebrows, or even inside his nostrils, he feeds life by itself. A disease that occupies your whole substance called Big Bang fell in love with Nathaniel. Wow, look into the corner of his left underarm, it is our Earth!

Veronika Gregoriková I.C

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How would my fictional planet look like?

Hello! I hope you are doing really well because I surely am, but let’s just leave that for now. We’re here because I think it’s a pretty good time to have a talk about fictional planets and stuff because now, when the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story has just come out to our cinemas ( first ran December 15th) it is on point, right? I have already seen it and it was hillarious! As expected, Rogue One is set into the Star Wars universe some time after the events of Star Wars: Episode III. – Revenge of the Sith.

But now, let’s leave that one and try to have a look somewhere very deep into your imagination and build a brave new world somewhere in a galaxy far, far away…

Stroudelia, a little planet surrounded by five moons, orbited its axis complacently. Its beauty added an orb which looked like freckles from the ground. Stroudelia was such a magnificent place. It didn’t have any specific color because her shiny surface was warning by an unusual kind of star. It was holographic. Heaven seemed lavender because of special atmosphere. It covered nights on it with dark, most magical purple far and wide.
Citizens, mostly artists and melancholics, usually spent here their whole lives because, where can you find more peaceful place to live? The planet was like a Gay Pride Parade by itself. Stroudelia loved her citizens irrespective of race or teeth size. It had the biggest heart in the universe. Literally. It didn’t just exist. It had its lungs to breathe, its brain to think, its heart to love. And it was using its superpowers to protect. The planets, they live. They always do. But in the galaxy where it lived, not every planet was so kind and nice like Stroudelia. We could liken that relationship to the Solar system from galaxy called Milky Way. Stroudelia was so pure and innocent like Pluto, which was expelled violently. Jealousy is the quality that started everything. But the great and horrible war is to be described another time. Eventually, when the planet survived too many attacks and was too old to make it, its eyes started closing and tears started to flow. Its color started getting more gray. That process aliens marked as the most beautiful work of art in history. Stroudelia showed how pretty dying could be. Pure and aesthetic.

And what about you? How would your fictional planet look like? Who is your favorite character from Star Wars?


Veronika Gregoriková  1.C

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Believe In Your Talent

By Annamária Salanciová, Orindzik reporter

My body was exhausted, but my mind was still fresh. I wanted to finish the painting I started last week.

I couldn’t’t stop, even when it was half past ten.  Almost every late evening was connected with art.  Art has often helped me to get through everyday problems. Late nights seemed to be the best times for my creativity.

However, not today. You surely know the feeling when you have to do something   completely nutty and difficult. It’s like when you’re standing on the cliff and you want to jump into the sea.  You ask yourself: “Why did I participate in this? What a crazy and stupid idea!“

Well, I felt the same way for last three weeks. The reason my fear was so close to me was because it was not my idea. “Mr. Cooper, if you knew how many difficulties I had and how much work I have to do every single day! But thank you for your strict and hopeful words.“
I used to improve my art skills to midnight.  The time when everything is silent and calm and I don’t have any more duties. The time when I sink into another world.

My deepest feelings are uncovered on paper and canvas. Brushes, pencils and colours speak instead of me. And they say more than I was ever supposed to. This was the most amazing moment that made me feel free every evening. I decided to study it.
The dark night was floating around me.  It came to my humble room and slowly filled my mind and made my eyes close. I just woke up, when the flash of morning sun stroked my face.

“Damn it! I fell asleep,”- what an angry mood. I will be late for school! I jumped from the chair quickly. My neck hurt so much and I didn’t know how I was going to handle this.
“Alice, where are you? It’s time for school,“ grandma was shouting from downstairs.  I think I have never been so fast. After my everyday morning routine I took my bicycle and went to school.I met up with Jacob in front of the school. He has been my good friend since we were little kids.

He used to travel to school by bicycle.
“How long did you study for the history test?“
My cheerful mood suddenly changed into consternation.
“History test? Today?!“
“Yes, don’t you remember it?“
“No! It was supposed to be on Wednesday, wasn‘t it?“
“No, we’re taking the test today.“
“Oh , no!“
“Don’t panic! We have a free lesson today- you can study during it. “
That made me feel calm again.
“So, how about your admission exams? What’s the date?“
“The tests are tomorrow. I have been preparing for them since October. “
Why did he remind me of the tests? I was afraid again.
“I think you will master it- your drawings are beautiful!“
“And the paintings, too! “ said Eva. We didn’t notice her and she scared us. It’s her vice to scare people sometimes.
“Thank you, my friends! It would be really helpful if you were in the jury. But you won’t be there, evidently, so I have to do my best. “
“Our fingers are crossed for you, Alice!“ they said together. They make me smile whenever I need it.

While we were entering the school, the bell suddenly rang, and we had to run to the classroom. We found it, opened the door, and quickly realized that it was not the right one.
“Sorry!“ I said to the teacher and ran away. We found our classroom a bit late. The teacher was furious because we were supposed to take the test at that lesson. She was one of the strictest teachers in our school, and she always gave us the worst marks. She refused to give us the test. We were looking at our classmates and thinking how to save our marks.
“Eva! I knew this would be an awful day!“
“How did you know it?“
“I have forgotten my lucky amulet today, and the horoscope told me about this day!“
“Oh, Alice, not again. This day has just started. You‘ll see, it’ll be a perfect day!”
Honestly, it was a terrible day. The history test was difficult and I wasn’t prepared well for it. I fell on the stairs and spilled the cup of tea I was carrying. The lunch was disgusting. In the afternoon, it started raining, and I realized I had forgotten to take my umbrella. I had to go home by bike.  All this happened because of my amulet. I didn’t wear it just today and look what happened to me!

What a terrible day! And what about tomorrow? I need to have a look at my horoscope. When I found it, it was quite good. It didn’t suggest any unlucky situations. I can’t exactly say when I started reading horoscopes, wearing amulets, and noticing things like broken mirrors and black cats. My beliefs came slowly, and I accepted them all, even if the society has often judged me.

Where are you, my amulet? It was lying on the desk near the art history books. I learned much from them for tomorrow’s tests.  I didn’t know what to do for it anymore. Almost everybody knew I was terrified. They helped me and wished me the best. I could only revise some art theory, have a good sleep, and take my amulet.  I opened the books, but I felt it wouldn´t help me. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Success or failure. Happiness or sadness. Art University or nothing.  Maybe my whole effort will be useless. I have tendencies to fail in important situations. I can’t do my best when the nervousness comes to my mind. It rules me, and I am not able to master it. And maybe that’s why I rely on my amulet. It was an old necklace with a small horseshoe.  I have believed it will always bring me happiness.
I was sitting on my bed and looking on the necklace when my grandma came to the room.
“Hi, Alice. How was your day?“

“What a great question”, I thought.
“Hm, it was quite ok, Grandma.“
“I know you’re terrified about tomorrow. I felt the same a long time ago. The only useful words I can give you now are to be yourself. Nothing more, Alice. Tomorrow will happen somehow. Don’t be afraid.“ I felt she meant it truly.
I didn’t do anything that evening. I just prepared for the exam and went to sleep.

“Good luck!“ were the last words I heard when I was leaving home.
I came to the train station and waited for the morning train. I couldn´t stop thinking about the tests. What if I pick the worst questions ever or forget how to draw? But on the other hand, I felt it wouldn´t be so bad. My horoscope wished me the best, too, and my amulet was close to me.  It made me feel safe and calm.  The landscape was beautiful, but the journey seemed to me so long. Although I was under pressure, I had quite positive feelings about today. When I got off the train I walked to the university through a beautiful park. The sun was shining, birds were gliding, and the smell of spring was in the air.

“What a nice day, I’d paint it if I had time… Wait, what is it?!“  I saw a black cat crossing the path. I immediately called Eva, because she was on break.
“Eva! Something bad happened again!“
“Oh! Did you miss the train? Or did you take the wrong one?“
“No! Something worse! A black cat crossed my path!
“Alice, seriously?“
“Can you imagine how many black cats in the whole world are crossing paths right now?
“Yes, but…“

“All the stars, horoscopes, and amulets cannot have influence on YOU, your talent, and knowledge! A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere. You would be much better if you believed more in yourself than in all that stuff. Alice, you’re talented. Don’t allow all these things to steal your talents from you.“

We ended the call and it made me wonder.

I came to the university. It was a beautiful building.

But I was still thinking about the conversation. I have never heard words like that. All the time, people only talked about my naivety, but Eva said something awesome and gave me more courage. I saw a lot of nervous students waiting in the hall. The first part of the tests was drawing. Some professors invited us to big classrooms where the papers were lying on the desks and the pencils with rubbers were ready for drawing.

“Sit there,“ said one of them to me, and he went on talking: “You have a beautiful necklace.“
“ Thank you… but I think I won’t need it anymore.“ I put down the amulet from my neck and gave it to the professor.
“I can’t accept it. Are you sure you won’t need it?“
“Yes, NOW, I’m totally sure …


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Love without borders

by  Alexandra Plošková

Catherine Emma Gilmour was in the eyes of the common human just another conceited and spoilt princess who all her life has not moved a finger. Her father was a very good lawyer and since her family was the heir of the old rich family, she lived in a large manor few minutes from London. Today was Sunday, and as always she usually passed the gardens in manor and spoke with her long-time nanny. In the afternoon, she was waiting for her piano and singing lessons. Her plans were ruined by her servant. He led her to a salon full of strangers. There was a woman in an expensive costume with a perfect appearance and she was about 40 years old. A man with a long beard next to her was smoking expensive cigarettes. Between them was a young boy about her age and he smiled at her. He was not ugly, but not her type. On the street she would never notice him. “Catherine, I’d like to introduce you to the Lady and Lord Wilsons and their son, David.” Politely she smiled but did not understand what was happening. “David is your fiancé,” her father explained to her and she was petrified.  “We got you engaged before your birth.” She sat at the piano and cried. She never wanted a marriage of obligations for money or good connections. She knew that parents picked a man for her but always hoped that it would not eventually happen. She was too young to get married. She was only 19, studying, and her biggest dream was to travel around the world. She did not want to do it, did not want to give birth to David´s child and her family’s heir. All her life she had been trapped in a cage like a bird and could not fly freely. She did what they preached to her, did not experience parties, shopping with friends, or dating boys. She knew nothing. Catherine never experienced love. And probably would not experience, when she spent the rest of her life with David. She would never love him. If only she knew that someone would come into her life and flip it upside down. That night, Catherine could not close her eyes. She turned from side to side and imagined that in about 14 days she will spend her wedding night with David. Now she had nightmares. She woke with circles under her eyes. Waiting for her hard day, evening had together with David to visit the opera in the best London Theater to know each other better. Her father was nervously running around the house all day. He ordered workers and gardeners to begin remakes of the garden to a spectacular place for the wedding. He kept bringing the most beautiful flowers from the world, build a fountain and complete other unreasonable requirements her demanding father. Catherine stood before the mirror in her room, dressed in beautiful evening dress with diamond jewelry and wait for the arrival of David. On honk of limousine, she went downstairs in front of the manor. There was a white delivery car with the workers. They pulled from van various tools and looked at Catherina flirty view. Someone whistled and she blushed. She walked to the limo, but some mysterious way her legs mixed up in high heels and she almost hit the ground. But some strong arms picked her and intoxicating scent that belonged to a young black- haired man with chocolate eyes. He looked like a foreigner. A very attractive and handsome foreigner. Their views met and then she had the feeling that she could not breathe. “You must be more careful, Miss.” He smiled with his radiantly perfectly white teeth. The whole show she could not concentrate and she was thinking about unknown man. Her heart pounded as the race and her head was spinning. The whole evening she was so cold and inaccessible to David. When she returned home,it  was deep night. She had planned to crawl into bed and dream about a mysterious man, someone in the dark, gently took her hand. “Shhh. I will not hurt you.” she got to know the voice of the foreigner. He had a very strange accent. “I am Touraj but for you Tooji.” “Catherine.” she breathed as dazed. And she was dazed. “I am from Iran and I escaped for a better life and love. I think that, one I have already found.” he whispered when she trembled. That she fell in love with a man from another culture, into the unknown, into other customs, crossed all barriers and threw over her head all commands which they instilled to her for years. And she felt good. She felt she was free. “I want to show you something, you let me?” She just nodded and then began her thirteen-day adventure in which she tasted the forbidden fruit with Tooji, and experienced the most beautiful night of her life. They told lots too about the war in his country, the culture, his family, and she always like to listen to him. Her prejudices gradually fell down, and she was crossing borders. She knew that she violated all the rules and she was unfair to David, but she felt that she now finally tasted life. They secretly went in London, they laughed were as mad as ordinary couples. It was amazing. When they finally stood before the altar, the foreigner was long gone in Iran. He had to leave because of his family, and she had to do what everybody expected from her lifetime. But then she laid in tears every night and thought of a secret lover. “Nicholas, stop!” Catherine cried at the little nine years old boy who was chasing the frightened pigeons in the middle of one of London’s Square. The boy had a striking resemblance to the mysterious foreigner with black hair and brown eyes. She wondered over that similarity, but it was painful than usual when she suddenly lost Nicholas from her sigh. She began frantically looking around. “You must be more careful, Miss.” spoke up the familiar voice, and she got to recognize the sentence. She had goosebumps on her body. She raised her head and before her found him who was holding the hand of his son. She stared at two pairs of identical chocolate eyes. “Tooji?!”



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Trip to… Prague!

Did you know our very own students visited Prague recently? Well, they decided to share their memories with us!

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Kristína Dronzeková, Andrea Tkáčová, Katrin da Cruz and students from 2.D

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My Gap Year

When I was a child, I had a lot of dreams, like to be a princess, have a wonderful palace, have jewelry, and have power and authority. My dreams changed the moment when I understood how the world works. I was very disappointed. I started thinking about poor people. Where is justice? Is somewhere here? Is it in us? Who knows? And these questions forced me to find out something about poor countries. One of the poorest countries is Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe is a country in southern Africa. The people and the culture are wonderful, especially their specific dance called “Muchongoyo“. There are the majestic Victoria Falls. There are so many national parks and exciting wildlife. It is absolutely amazing, but it is only one side of the coin. Zimbabwe is one of the most beautiful and at the same time one of the most poor countries. It is hard to see poverty when there is beauty. My reason of interest about Zimbabwe was not about positive things but I was looking on the other side. I was interested in children without parents, hungry children, poor families, and children who wanted to study but cannot.

When I heard about gap year, I was very happy because I felt that my dreams could come true. I just was waiting for a right moment. The gap year gave me an opportunity to truly discover who I am and why I am such a person. It allowed me to become my own person. I believe a gap year helped me navigate my life and destroy feelings of uncertainty.

Now, after my the best year in my life, I can say that I know who I am and why I am here.

Linda Kožárová (3.E)

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