After all the city was grey and dull in the end of november. In spite of a great number of colorful posters, bright illumination and ever-living masses of tourists. Been there for a second time since 2002 I felt again its heavy breath.
Perhaps influenced by Kafka couldn’t get rid of a strange feeling that something dark was still going on in the «Heart of Europe».
Bjørn Solberg (on the left) and I walked more than 100 km over the 5 days we were in Prague. I believe there’s no better way for a tourist to soak up the smell of society in such a short term.
Pale, tired faces on the streets a little bit far from the city center reminded me of finance crisis.