by Catherine Miller Klára proudly shows me her handiwork. Carefully embroidered kittens and blushing milkmaids and the beginnings of a tablecloth which will be her next project. As we talk Monika arrives and sits smoking sulkily, looking out over the summer terrace of the house in the Karlín district of Prague as sounds of a […]

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