A wonderland of charity and friendship.

(From The Slovak Spectator)

Byline: Stefan M Hogan Spectator staff

"IM LATE," I muttered as I looked at my watch and hopped off a trolleybus at Praska Street, "Im late for a very important date!" I was on my way to cover an event at the Japanese ambassadors residence, near Horsky Park, and I wanted to make a good impression.

I spotted an underpass across the street.

It looked dark and deserted, but, having lived in Bratislava some time now, Ive learned to put my New York paranoia aside, and sprang for it.

It was a typical Bratislava underpass graffitied walls and discarded beer cans on the ground yet something about its dipping trail and pitch-black mustiness reminded me of a rabbit hole.

Slightly lost when I emerged, I consulted my map and got back on track.