If Prague were a planet, circling and spinning past the sun, it would be one that sends back light to those who take the time to look. A Mercury or Mars, let's say. Rich and purple and alert for steps upon its soil.
There are two men on the corner. One of them wears a headset attached to one ear while the other looks toward the door of the building. In Cuba, every non-conformist has a group of political police pursuing him.