Their path through Prague, bathed in sunshine, is a bit complicated. Three men, two bayonets, one smile. Who's leading who? Is the police escort leading Švejk, or is Švejk in the lead of his clumsy companions? They're awaited by military chaplain Katz for their last confession.
They have a long way ahead of them, from Pohořelec to Josefov. Squares, passages, corners, streets, and more streets. The staircase connecting Nerudova Street with Thunovská Street. Deserted, no one in sight. Back then and now. Why on earth doesn't Švejk attempt escape from his awkward companions? How can he be so calm? It's almost as if his simple mind wasn't capable of realizing just what horror is to come. Or could it be that he just doesn't believe it will? The lantern above the secular steps, leading into the steep Nerudova Street, has heard countless stories. It will retell them to anyone who's ready to listen.