Czech Republic

The Czech Republic is always up for a short vacation. Cheap beer and hearty food, disreputable jokes and old prejudices. Some of them are still true, others have never been so. Chris’ family emigrated from Czechoslovakia at the end of the 1960s to find a better life in Germany. For Chris, the Czech Republic was always a country, somewhere in the east, that consisted mainly of the images and stories of his family. A country like something out of a movie – full of dangers and lawlessness. There were certainly one or two things – prostitution and human trafficking after the fall of communism and the collapse of the Soviet Union. But when you look at the Czech Republic today, you see a fully Europeanized country with rules and strict laws. The Czech Republic has found its way into the modern age. This makes a trip to the country on the Vltava very pleasant, even if it cannot always impress with superlatives.

View on Prague

Where else should a trip to the Czech Republic begin if not in Prague? As in Paris or Hungary, everything points towards the capital: the streets, the trains, the people. And indeed, Prague is the place in the Czech Republic, if not one of the places in Europe, that you definitely have to see.

The Charles Bridge spans the Vltava. An icy wind is blowing, but the bridge is as full as ever. With fingers red from the cold, a jazz band plays their vintage instruments. A teenager gets himself drawn as a cartoon character. Pigeons fly over a stall selling historical views of Prague. The souvenirs have fallen out of time, they invite you to linger, look and enjoy.

Touching the dog figurine below the statue of St. Nepomuk promises good luck. We push on – between groups of pensioners, party-seeking young people and families – to the other bank, the Lesser Town.

View on Prague
Charles Bridge in Prague
Charles Bridge in Prague
Street Musicians on the Charles Bridge
Charles Bridge in Prague

A crowd of people in front of the Matthiastor. Soldiers in ceremonial uniform divide the crowd and disappear into a side entrance. The changing of the guard does without the pomp of Buckingham Palace. Next to the country’s flag, the Ukrainian flag waves in the cold winter wind. From up here you can see the city. The panorama in front of us is monotonous. No skyline, no glass facades. Only a television tower, typically 80s futuristic, rises provocatively above everything else.

Matyášova brána
Matyášova brána
Pražský hrad
Matyášova brána
View on Prague

Long queues have formed in front of all the entrances to Prague Castle. Our feet are getting cold. We can warm up for a moment in the cathedral. Gothic devotion. Suffering on the cross, mortal remains and absolution. We are not admirers of Christian churches and their heavenly architecture. Back outside, we follow the stream of people into the Golden Lane. People spill out of all the openings in the houses, clogging up the paths and rooms. So we get out again as quickly as we can – we need room to breathe.

Pražský hrad
Pražský hrad

The John Lennon Wall is the prototype of the Instagram feed. “Give peace a chance” and John Lennon’s portrait were painted on the immaculate wall after the artist was shot dead in New York. A bold statement in a repressive, communist state. Others followed: pictures, quotes, hopes for a better life, wishes. Complaints about the government. Then the clash between protesters and security forces. The fall of Czechoslovakia. Freedom of speech. Tourists who came to admire the Wall. But they also came to immortalize themselves. Ultimately, the Wall has become a surface for projection. Between John Lennon and meaningfulness, meaningless slogans and banalities flourish: “I was here in 2015”.

John Lennon Wall

Posters of the 240 hostages kidnapped by Hamas terrorists on October 7, 2023 hang in the Jewish quarter. There are thousands of candles and flowers in front of the university’s Faculty of Philosophy. Shortly before we arrived, there had been a shooting rampage here. Life, joy and the future are fragile.

Prague residents and tourists enjoy the time between Christmas and New Year at the Christmas market by the town hall. Every hour on the hour, a crowd forms in front of the astronomical clock on the town hall tower to watch the dancing figures and the bell ringing. The Grim Reaper appears at the last count. He is the end.

Christmas Market at the Town Hall Square
Klausová Synagoga
Carriage Driver in Prague

Out of Prague, into northern Bohemia. Teplice belonged to Austria, Czechoslovakia, the German Reich and finally to the Czech Republic after the Second World War. The architecture speaks for itself – as it does throughout western Bohemia.

The outskirts of the city are gray and dreary. You can recognize the settlements of the proletariat of the time. Today, some of the small residential buildings have been renovated, while gray plaster is crumbling from others. Only the town center is beautiful. Commemorative plaques remind us that Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Ludwig van Beethoven once came here for a health cure.

Lunch in a cellar restaurant. No tourists, just locals. The menu includes savory meat dishes and greasy baked cheese. A group of young adults sits in front of a collection of empty beer mugs. The news are on the muted televisions. Families and retired couples come and go. They give each other friendly glances and murmur words of greeting. Nothing special – just a normal small town.

Kirche der Hl. Elisabeth von Thüringen, Teplitz
Zámek Teplice
Zahradní a plesový dům

A beautiful, almost cloudless day before New Year’s Eve. Where the River Eger has carved a loop in the rock over thousands of years, Loket Castle is surrounded by a small village. A picturesque backdrop from the town hall square to the castle tower. The corridors of the fortress are winding, the view expansive. Deep inside are the dungeons and torture rooms. Horrific screams from the tape recorder. There is no line that humans do not dare to cross. So it’s better to get back out into the fresh air: hot drinks and snacks are sold in the castle courtyard. More German than Czech visitors. Airplanes draw their contrails across the ice-blue winter sky. Breath forms clouds in the air.

Eger Loop near Loket
Loket, Náměstí T. G. Masaryka
Hrad Loket

Now it’s here, New Year’s Eve. We have found accommodation in a small apartment in Karlovy Vary. The pedestrian zone stretches along the River Eger. A Christmas market, a stall selling wafers. Spa mugs are on sale everywhere. Hot water gushes out of the rock on which the town is built. Dozens of springs that are said to have healing properties. And so spa guests and visitors to the town make a pilgrimage from drinking fountain to drinking fountain to draw the revitalizing and curative waters. Warm steam, the air impregnated with sulphite.

We leave the pedestrian zone. Young people hang out in a snack bar. Families stroll through the suburbs. Karlovy Vary has fallen out of time. An archetype of alternative medicine – a synonym for therapeutic fasting, hydrotherapy, homeopathy, biodynamics.

Karlovy Vary
Karlovy Vary
Karlovy Vary
Karlovy Vary
Karlovy Vary

The year ends unspectacularly and a new one begins. The calendar sets the pace. As the sun rises, we leave Karlovy Vary, we leave the Czech Republic. If you dig deeper, you will discover a stubborn and self-confident nation. There is much to be proud of here. An infinitely rich treasure trove of culture and history. A country that has always been contested, whose rulers have always changed. A capital city that is one of the most liveable in the world. The Czech Republic has no superlatives to offer: not the largest lake, the highest tower, the deepest canyon. The Czech Republic is a quiet country that is best discovered through its people.

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