Visiting Kafka
One of the great things about living in Prague is, that you are in a city of culture. wherever you are, in each street in the centre, a house, a square, a museum or something is dedecated to a person of culture.
Today, I visited my No. 1 of the Czech culture-club. I went to Prague´s New Jewish Cemetery in Zelivskeho. And resting there is great Franz Kafka. The day was quite warm (only -4° Celsius) but worthy a Kafka-Novel, dark, stormy, with sudden snow fall, rubbing over your face like sand-paper because of the wind.
But nevertheless, the Cemetery is a resort of peace and… yes, dignity. Deeply covered in snow, it has an air of remembrance, sombreness and feelings. As this is a jewish cemetery in central Europe, you find many tombstones telling the story of young persons with no specific day of death, only the year, 1943, 1944, 1945…
Amongst these memorials of both, human compassion and human wickedness, the grave of the man who so uniquely told us about the diremption of the human creature between those poles is well placed.
