There was no snow in Prague, and still, it was cold. I sneaked inside once in a while, went to two great museums. In the Mucha museum, I was fascinated how he was able to use his art as a design tool to earn money and, at the same time, to use it for art’s sake. The Kafka museum is worth every Prague thought, every czech krone, all about Kafka’s love-hate to Prague, his own creation of a city like Prague in his literature and his constant long distance relationships that would not distract him from literature itself. The best literature museum I’ve ever been to.
Da ich nichts anderes bin als Literatur und nichts anderes sein kann und will. (Frank Kafka)