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Stories from travels in

Czech Republic

A matter of perception

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

2013 Grateful 39

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

Shifting geographical loyalties

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

So … I might have been wrong

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

There’s more to the Czech Republic than Prague

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

Do you recognise this church?

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

Stealing sins in the Czech Republic

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

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