 Prague
is a beautiful, sad and exuberant city. Its varied character depending on
its equally diverse history. The Czech people whose life and work are entangled
in this thousand-year-old city seem that they are the people most incapable
of ever creating such a wonder: Prague's silent magnificence cared for by
an unfriendly and plain population. One can often imagine that Prague, a
city that so preserved its own history, has remained unchanged for over
three-hundred years. Yet, the generation of Czechs in the city seems to
be without history, a quietly lonely bunch that have to redevelop their
own culture, heritage and expression. But even during my visit, I saw Prague's
character evolve. I saw powerful demonstrations of the people's passion
that I can only imagine have been stifled by 50 years of the iron curtain. |