THE MURDERERS of PRAGUE “I am not cheerful,” says Tomáš. “I tell you why. It is my job. It is killing me. I am sick of working like a dog for three hundred dollars a month. So I am thinking I quit medicine. Maybe I become a pimp or open a sleazy nightclub on Wenceslas Square. I will drive a ...

On my third day in Prague I found a job lead of sorts. I was sitting in the Led Zeppelin Bar when I came across a copy of an English language publication catering to Prague’s expat scene. It was called Pozor! They needed writers. I copied down the address and went out on the street and hailed a cab. The cab smelled ...