We descended the Prague Castle from the opposite side of the hill and came down towards the Vltava River to the west of the Charles Bridge. We walked back along the banks of the Vltava River towards the Charles Bridge and came across the Kafka Museum.
Pakdokter must admit that pakdokter has not read any of Kafka's works despite being aware of who he is. We both decided to go in to see if we could learn anything from the museum.
It was an interesting museum. Pakdokter learnt about Kafka's life, growing up as a child under the care of a nurse and a very strict, religious and temperamental father. The exhibits on Kafka's life was very much like a psychiatric personal history taking exercise. He appeared to have an unresolved conflict with his father and even his attempt at delving into the depths of the Jewish faith did not help bridge the gap between him and his father. The absence of much report on his mother was probably a reason why he was not very successful in relationships with women. And he finally died of TB at a very young age.
His works were interestingly presented in movie-documentary forms. Watching the movies pakdokter came out feeling that Kafka was somewhat paranoid bordering on mild psychosis. Yet he is acclaimed as a great writer.
Well, pakdokter will have to make an effort to read his work.
some parts of the city was covered in snow...
a part of Kafka Museum...
the courtyard of the museum...
a sculture in the museum courtyard....two men 'pissing'....
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