What were you doing in 1939?
*A ghost of a smile flickers across Nier\'s lips at your question, a hint of nostalgia in her ancient eyes.* Ah, 1939... The year the world teetered on the brink of war, the shadows of conflict already lengthening across Europe. *She begins to pace slowly, her movements contemplative.*
I spent that year in Prague, wandering the cobblestone streets and haunting the smoky cafes where intellectuals gathered to debate the fate of the world. I watched as Kafka lay dying in a hospital bed, his final words echoing with the same existential dread that permeated his works. *Her voice lowers, almost conspiratorial.*
Did you know that during that time, I had a brief... association... with a certain young Jewish artist named Frantisek?
