Day 2 - Barbed wire and the ace of hearts

God Moron! That's not an exclamation about an inept person, it is Swedish for "Good Morning", and it's pronounced "maw-ron". So, day 2 in the press centre brought us the unbridled joy of Austria, the power and passion of Cyprus, the absurd banality of the Czech Republic, refugee chic from Bosnia and the cloak of doom from Malta... Let's start with lovely Zoë from Austria. She is quite the most charming young lady, and her smile is just glorious. She took to the brightly lit stage in a peach dress and delivered a perfect performance of her jolly little French language ditty. Compared to the lady from the Czech Republic (or Czechia, as everyone is now calling them), who delivered a sterile peformance of her bland ballad and then stood stone faced at the photo session after her press conference and asked "does my hair look good" without so much as a smile... "yes, Dear, your hair is fine - it's your torn face that needs a bucke...