A matter of perception
Mary Murphy April 11, 2013
I wasn’t born a Catholic, but I may as well have been. I was baptised into the faith of my father (and mother) and have
I wasn’t born a Catholic, but I may as well have been. I was baptised into the faith of my father (and mother) and have
I’d never given much thought to the difference between a concentration camp and an extermination camp until I visited Terezín, about 60km outside Prague, last
Since I first left Ireland back in 1990, I’ve had two homes. ‘Home’ is wherever I happened to be living at a given moment in
For years I’ve been rather mean to the city of Prague. Not because of anything it did to me or because of anything bad that
When I think Czech Republic, I think Prague. I did spend a couple of days in Kralupy once but that hardly qualifies as having seen
I spotted this church down a side street as I hit upon downtown Valtice. I have trawled the Internet looking for some information and have
Oh Lord, give me such signs in every foreign country I visit and I will be happier (if that’s possible), and more relaxed, and less