WOUNDEDKITE // still. still. still.

tonight is our last night in prague. i admit before i came here i didn’t know much about it. only that the beer was cheap, there’s heaps of bridges and everyone i’d spoken to who’s been here said it was one of the prettiest cities they had ever visited. but in the last few days i have learnt so much about the history of prague. about medieval times, the german occupation, the russian occupation, prague spring and the velvet revolution.

the people i’ve spoken to were right, it is a gorgeous city, but for me half it’s charm has come in knowing what all those buildings, and the people who made them and used them lived through and survived. and through luck, good management, or sinister ulterior motives they have survived. and finally prague is able to show itself off to the world.

our next stop is dresden. i kinda only wanted to go there because that’s where oskar’s grandmother was from in jonathan safran foer’s novel extremely loud and incredibly close. however the more i read about it, the more i want to see the old architecture and how they have rebuilt after the bombings in the second world war.