The Immortal Prague
<p>It’s a chilly January morning. The old town square in Prague is quiet and peaceful. Soon, the tourists by the thousands will come shooting in the scene like blood from a needle. Truly, I am an infant again coming out of the womb. I’ve never seen Prague before or Europe and so this is my introduction to it all. I am born again a European birth and what a place to start.</p>
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<p>For one thing, I realized right away that I was standing on ground that was not mine. It was a land of ghosts who had cherished the unimaginable. The soil left along with buildings still standing after many ages of warfare and tension — the heart of the city which brings love throughout. It is a remarkable source of dedication, perseverance, and comradery of the people who went before and their dedication towards putting Prague on the map. </p>
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