I can still remember the moment I was leaving Prague. I will never forget it. My stomach was in knots, my hands were trembling, yet I kept trying to look as though everything was fine. That nervous feeling remains inside me even now; when I think back, I can almost feel it in my body again. The moment you pass through the turnstiles, it starts: the silence, the solitude — completely different from what you know at home, a kind you cannot grasp until you live it. Suddenly you realise you are entirely on your own.