It was more than a year since enroute to me in the city of a hundred spiers of gold, and it seems to me that it was yesterday. Prague is a city with a special charm where time has stopped in Franz Kafka. Yet for almost fifty years it has been under Soviet influence. Black Period that Praguers have removed. It is the historical memory of both moral disasters that materials that the Soviet era should instead keep alive left behind him. The majority of Prague, however, is formed by the younger generation of the thirties