On the Number 17 tram going north out of the center of Prague, an old man slouches on the single seat next to the doors. …
The Sirens of Prague
It was already late when we first arrived, and Pedro and I had been traveling through central Europe for nearly eleven hours. So it is quite possible my senses were a bit off, but the Hlavni Nadrazi appeared to be lit in the same manner as an interrogation room. Bright, exposed fluorescent lights swung down [...]
The Painting
It’s November 24th, and Prague looks just like you would imagine. The sky is light grey, almost purple. A slight drizzle floats down from the sky, soft as a child’s foot steps. …
In Vera’s Kitchen
Vera’s kitchen became my sanctuary in a city that was at one and the same time home and completely alien and foreign to me. Waking in the morning I would wander out of my bed and through the door to the kitchen to put on my pot of coffee. Sitting on the red chair at [...]
Chasing My DNA: Part II: Dolni Bezdekov
Bezdekov. It was a name I had heard all of my life. We didn’t know how to spell it, but after my Grandfather died, my Grams said it often enough that forgetting the name was not a possibility. When we got our records from Ellis Island we found out that it wasn’t just Bezdekov, it [...]
Chasing My DNA: Part I: Prague
I came to Prague with a number of expectations and looking for a lot of answers, but I think I will be leaving Prague with even more questions. Prague does not give up her answers easily.
