Back to Prague

I came back to prague looking for my brother michael. Between the missed phone calls and the overlapping letters, we missed each-other. And yet i was not stirred nor worried and trusted completely in the telepathic synchronically that was always there between us. I had a sixth sense about it, that I would find him in that endless meandering city that brings the night to you,more then you would want or need. But as to my brother I knew that night or day did not matter, and so after settling in for the night in my rather rugged accommodation; i decided to venture into the starry Prague night.