Outside the sun shines brightly and life goes by on the busy lower end of
Wenceslas Square. Inside Stalin, Lenin, Brezhnev and Chruschev wave to the
masses from a platform. Franz Kafka looks on, a whimsical smile on his
face, the good soldier Sweik drinks his last pint and Albert Einstein
swings high on a garden swing, oblivious to the company around him. In the
cool dark interior of the Prague Wax Museum figures of the distant past
rub shoulders with those of the present: famous scientists, artists and
politicians. The hated together with the