Looking for Kafka in Prague
It’s been 14 years since we went to Prague with our sister. We’re old. We saw a hotel called Metamorphosis. Cracked us up. Check in as a person, check out as a cockroach. It was snowing in late March. A man on the street sold us cheap tickets to the opera. Our seats were just below the ceiling and we froze our butts off. People were eating ice cream in the snow. It was supposed to make you feel warmer. Not true. We had an attic room in a pension—Airbnb had not yet been invented, so we found it on a site called Eurocheapo. Our first choice was a converted mental hospital turned Soviet torture chamber but someone had already booked it. Our landlord wore a different costume every day. It made him happy. A typical meal consisted of a slab of meat, breaded and fried with cheese, with an egg on top. That made us happy.
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January 27th, 2016 at 17:48
Thanks for this, we went there in August 2010. Got lost looking for him in the huge Old Jewish Cemetery and later we found him in the new one. As my husband didn’t have a hat, he was offered a skullcap and it just kept falling off. I noticed Will Self didn’t have either hat or skullcap; maybe we just happened to meet a bureaucrat that day.