Rychly Prachy Dvaasedmdesaty Ulovek Praha 04.03.2013 May 2026

I had exactly 1,200 CZK in my pocket (about 60 EUR back then). Rent was due in three days. My then-girlfriend had just left a note saying “Nejsi podnikatel, jsi snílek” (“You’re not an entrepreneur, you’re a dreamer”).

What was the catch? Think 2013: Nokia bricks, modified MP3 players, one first-gen iPad with a cracked screen, and a sealed box of Korean knockoff headphones that were actually… surprisingly good. rychly prachy dvaasedmdesaty ulovek praha 04.03.2013

I found my old moleskine notebook last night. Between the coffee stains and the faded metro tickets, one line screamed off the page: “04.03.2013 – Rychlý prachy – 72 úlovek – Praha.” Let me translate the slang for the new generation. Rychlý prachy isn’t just “quick money.” It’s the dangerous kind. The money that arrives faster than a tram going downhill from Karlovo náměstí. The kind you don’t ask questions about. And úlovek (the catch)? That’s what we called a successful flip—be it a vintage guitar, a forgotten painting, or a suitcase full of something that fell off a truck near Holešovice. Prague in early March 2013 was a grey, wet sponge. The tourists hadn’t arrived yet. The Charles Bridge was for locals only. Desperation was cheap, but information was cheaper. I had exactly 1,200 CZK in my pocket

Through a chain of three intermediaries (a barman at a Žižkov dive, a retired security guard, and a philosophy student who owed me a favor), I got a tip about a bulk lot of unclaimed parcel post from the main sorting facility near Florence. The official auction was for the next week. But the unofficial preview was happening that Monday night at 2 AM. What was the catch

(because the statute of limitations is a beautiful thing). End of post.

I offered 8,000 CZK. I had 1,200. I pulled the oldest trick in the Prague playbook: I pulled out an envelope with 1,200 visible, patted my other pocket (empty), and said “Zítra do oběda, zbytek. Nebo nic.” (Tomorrow by noon, the rest. Or nothing.)