Prague

Prague is a dream. I am looking for an apartment. It is in a new section of town, I have never been to. Jiri, or is it Marek had kept my stash of paint, and paintings, but I must find them, at the bar, at the Trafika…eventually I do…
and I find my heart there, lost in the blood, the piss, the shit in mixed in the cobblestones of Zizkov.