Freely adapted on Andreina Vanni's opening article appeared on September 1993 in the number 29 of "Meridiani".
 

To Prague, to Prague, before the wind of standardization also reaches the East, runs through the romantic alleys of Malà Strana, slides off the brick roofs of the old city and disperses the golden fog that enshrouds the castle and the long parade of statues lined up Charles' Bridge. To Prague, before the prevailing scepticism dispels the mystery hat still drifts through the alchemists suburb and enshrouds the further origins of the Golen and the events of the Jews deluded and desperate of the biggest European Ghetto. Maybe the strongest feeling, among many others that excites the discover of Prague, is the desire to go immediately to this capital of thinness charm, extraordinary ethnic and cultural meetings for grabbing the unmistakable notes of its musicality. Because the blaze of hurried visitors, the inevitable urban transformations and the straggle of the memories might fatally alter an identity of aching suggestion. Come closer then, as long as we can, to the enigmatic castle, discover the pictorial pastel tone of Novy Svet suburb, read the curious banners that distinguish the ancient palace from the nobility. To Prague then, before all of these might disappear.