I went to Prague to follow Kafka around. I like to think he appreciated my concern. But I'm not sure.
This was when Czechoslovakia was still Czechoslovakia behind the Iron Curtin. The train ride was interesting. The people were cautious. My bags were searched.
However, the usual (for me) oddities of writing kicked in. I travelled with my brother and we were staying with the cousin of my brother's co-worker. It turned out he was an amateur historian. Prague was a speciality and Kafka a topic. He took me places I did not know about and was happy enough to let us wander. I no longer know (this happens when I research) if I already had realized the importance of Kafka's tiny house 'up in the Castle', or if this was a place I was introduced to. I think I specifically asked to see it, but I'm not sure.
At any rate, I managed to see the various places Kafka lived and worked, traipsed across the Charles Bridge which he often did, and took the new subway to the outskirts where he is buried. The grave where his last lover tried to leap into the open pit to be with him.