Chapter 18I descended the staircase to the dining room where the family awaited.
I watched Mama as she read aloud from a letter she'd received from Katya.
“…I have seen where Kafka is buried, such a forlorn, isolated place. When the days are gloomy, Prague can be the most forbidding city but on the whole it radiates elegance and beauty. I spend my days at the university buried in my studies. There is so much detail, so much to learn. After classes, I return to my room and study more in the evenings, often until midnight or later. Classes begin again at eight o'clock. It doesn't leave much time for anything else. Since I arrived, I've been to one Mahler concert and to the cinema, once only. Last Saturday, I spent a few hours at the art gallery but that's all. There are a few Polish studen
