Looking for Kafka
I walk, I stop, I listen.
Like a tightrope walker.
Labyrinth of streets.
I look for, I wait, I get lost.
Twists and turns.
Winter night, a gypsy plays always the same music
The snow, the sound of the tram deadened,
A halo of light,
A beggar triies to protect himself from the cold.
A smoky café, I enter.
My gaze caresses the faces. Is she smiling at me?
I’m looking for Kafka.
Those photos have been taken in Bratislava, Krakow, Kyiv, Lublin, Lwow and Prague.