I came across Prague’s Old Jewish Cemetery on my first trip to Prague and I’ve gone back several times since. It’s extraordinary: a medieval graveyard full of ornate, weather-beaten tombstones piled on top of one another, sometimes 10 or 12 deep. It’s a beautiful, haunting place and for some reason there always seem to be crows or rooks or ravens cawing and wheeling in the sky above (very Edgar Allen Poe). In the Pinkas Synagogue nearby, the walls are decorated with row after heart-breaking row of the names of local Jews who died in the Holocaust – simple but moving. It certainly puts one’s own, tiny problems into perspective…