Greetings from Prague

Greetings from Prague

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Five hours via train and express bus operated by Deutsche Bahn Railways and I was in Prague. A quick weekend dash to the East from the Village of Schwaebisch Hall where I have been submerged in German. Sometimes I can not keep my sentences straight in my journal. A perfectly fine English thought comes out half German. My professors would be pleased . . . . But in Prague all that study was useless. It was like falling into a fairy tale and discovering everyone speaks some fantastic language the key to which is just beyond reach. And then, as if in dream, I awoke again in Deutschland less than twenty-four hours later jostling along on a train, raindrops trailing down a darkened window.

Photos posted November 13, 2010

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