15 June 2009: Prague “Thirteen sleeps ago I was in Prague. There were lots of old buildings. I saw a bridge and an opera and our guide kept telling us about a man called Kafka. One day I had pancakes. They were yum.” *Insert crude hand-drawn picture of house/ bridge/ dinosaur here* That is about the extent of my linguistic abilities right now, my brain feels like it has been run over by a truck after two full days of intensive text analysis in German. At ten to five ...