Yesterday in Prague we saw the buildings where Kafka lived, went to school and worked. One high point for me was visiting the New Jewish Cemetery in the suburb of Strasnice. In this damp, green, wooded place Kathi stood with one arm around Kafka's tombstone and told us how Dora collapsed on his grave the day of his funeral, & June 11, 1924. In a solemn procession, my friend Martin and I followed our other travel companions in laying stones on the grave for remembrance, as is the custom there.