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| By MikeMorris | ||||||||||||||||
| 02 September 2006 | ||||||||||||||||
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This is a revised version of a piece I posted earlier.Many thanks to coosh for pointing out that there was too much unnecessary detail. Journey in June With a bigger budget she would have stayed at the Hotel Diplomat on Evropska. Still, being in the Jewish Quarter,Te Josefov, named after Emperor Joseph II, gave her a sense of belonging, of continuity and her tiny apartment on Zatecka was fine. At night as her thoughts kept her awake, the feeling of being protected, silly she knew, by Rabbi Loew’s Golem, thrilled her as if she were twelve again. After all, wasn’t it sleeping nearby in the Staronova synagogue? Her father and his legends! But first, breakfast at the Café Paneria on the corner. Would old Jacob be there to share tales whilst they sipped Rachel’s scalding tea and nibbled on hot bagels? He would tell her the easiest way to get here. “Walk down Kaprova and head for the old town hall.” “Don’t forget to wait and see The Astronomical clock strike the hour. Watch the Apostles parade, see Death with his hourglass, see Vanity and the Turk. Sadly too you will see the Jew with his money bags.” Jacob’s eyes twinkled. “I should be so lucky” he joked wryly. “The clock itself has been there about six hundred years. The figures added a bit later. The poor inventor, Master Hanus, was supposedly blinded with a red hot poker, to stop him making figures for other towns. Let’s hope that story is only a legend. By the way, you can get married there too, if you want. No? Well, bear it in mind.” Her pencil traced the route on the map. “From here,cross the river hen cross the square and take a bus to the metro station. ” “Next you must take another bus, I forget the numbers, but they’re all marked with your destination. I hope you find what you are looking for. Don’t be afraid. They didn’t win, not in the end.” His eyes seemed unnaturally bright; glistening with unshed tears. It was as he had said. For 4 Euros she bought a return ticket. (The bus company recognized Euros if the rest of the country was reluctant!) The huddle of the town gave way to the suburbs and then to the greenery of the fields. Other passengers came and went. Only she and an old gentleman remained at the terminus, June 10th Street. Together they walked the last stage; together they looked at the memorial and together they wept, at first separately and then holding hands and finally hugging each other in their cathartic sobbing. At last they were done and together they turned and walked back to the bus stop, she with her arm around him. As the bus engine shook into life, she gave a backward glance at her grandparents’ homeland and grave. Lidice, once a village 10 miles out of Prague.
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