I always have a wry smile to myself when I walk past Hotel Metamorphosis on my way through Prague's Old Town.
Why? I have this image of guests waking up to discover that, like Kafka's hero Gregor Samsa, they have "turned into a monstrous bug". I can see the breakfast room with large bugs sitting at dining tables in front of plates piled high with refuse and glasses filled with curdling milk, waving their antennae at each other, and making hissing noises.
If you don't have any idea what I am talking about, then I suggest you read Kafka's magic realist masterpiece.
