In Prague.
I knew when I saw the call for participants that this was right for me. A city I had always wanted to visit, immersed in an activity that I wanted to get serious about. I had admired Kafka for decades, ever since reading “The Metamorphosis” as a college sophomore. The absurdity, the dark expressionism. And when I both read and taught his masterpiece, that relatively unfinished business called The Trial, I fell in love with a place I had visited only in Kafka’s nightmares.
This was my opening.