Milena Jesenská died in a concentration camp exactly 80 years ago. Memory of a uniquely independent journalist, Kafka’s great love, without whom his work would be unthinkable.
It is a simple corner house at Kouřimská 6, in Prague’s Vinohrady district, meaning vineyards. Four stories high, large windows, rounded corners of the house, painted light gray and light yellow, the elderberry blooms behind the house. It must have been a new building when Milena Jesenská moved in with her daughter Jana in the 1930s.