The Underworld of Old Prague

Humanity, living its noisy, rich, chaotic life, does not even suspect that there is another world, eternal, stone, ringing and silent. Each person individually, running around Prague with a camera from the temple to the palace, absolutely does not realize that under his feet, under cobblestones, under a beautiful city hidden another city. Underground. And his name is Underworld.

People lived their lives in a small town, in low houses, walked along the quiet streets to each other for salt, flour or advice. Loved, worked, shared gossip. They dug wells, planted trees, raised sons. Life for generations has flowed quietly. Like a river. But the power of the element intervened in the fate of people. The river is real. Like a mighty hand, clenched in a fist, she destroyed everything in her way: houses, wells, and fate. But people rose from hell. They live again. However, Big Water returned and showed its power again. Determined not to give up, humans have outwitted Nature. They covered the old city with earth. And on the buried "old life" built a new city. Maybe he's prettier than the one before. But UNDERWORLD exists and makes itself felt. He's here. He calls to himself and strikes with stone severity, forever caught in the memories.

I want to take you through the underground labyrinths of the old streets, to show you the former houses, where once lived artisans and life was boiling. You're going to be deep underground. Not in the caves, but in the city. A real, underground city! The existence of which almost no one knows.