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When the day comes when it is decided that the Crown Jewels

will be exhibited, then all seven key holders have to meet.

Well, one after the other unlock it, the doors open,

they go upstairs into the Coronation Chamber and,

in the safe is the placed Crown and other relics.

Even the safe has to be opened and it also has seven locks,

thus, the ritual carries on, they each open the safe...

-Who? -Those seven people again,

well: the archbishop, the President,

Mayor of Prague, Prime Minister,

Leader of Parliament, Chair of the Senate

and the curate from the Holy Vitus Chapter.

And do you know who it was this year?

Well everyone knows their political leaders.

Charles IV. bought the Crown's most precious element - a relic.

Thorn from the crown of Jesus Christ.

On his visit to France he got the thorn from the French King

and placed it there in the middle of the sapphire cross,

it was or still is hollow and there went the thorn.

When you look on the top of the cross, there in small writing.

A Latin inscription - "Here is a thorn from His crown".

The precious thing he managed to acquire for our Royal Crown.

And we can say that you see it today as did Charles IV.

This Crown was the Coronation Crown.

Every ruler had borrow it from Saint Wenceslas for a coronation.

For it he had to pay two hundred pounds of silver and, then,

after the coronation ceremony had to return it to Stwenceslas.

Whenever a ruler acted as a King then he had his own Crown.

This one was solely for coronations, you understand?

To Prague it came at the end of the sixties of the last century

for the proposed coronation of Franz Joseph, unfortunately

it did not take place and therefore it has stayed in Prague...

What happened happened...

First, in these lands there was the restoration of capitalism.

Please, come here...

Why do the heels of the Castle Guard click?

Have you something on your shoes?

-There is a kind of metal... -Show it to us.

If it was capitalism like 150 years ago,

then I would shrug my shoulders

as I'd say there is time enough in two or three generations

people will learn and so on. But time flies something rotten.

One badly walks with it... When ifs wet it's slippery.

BOHEMIA DOCTA or LABYRINTH of the WORLD

and HEARTS' PARADISE {DIVINE COMEDY}

Boot-metal raises the stamping. Changing the Guard must be heard.

According to tradition all meet up, open the door and go in.

But, that Crown is, you know, still in the cupboard,

there are the identical locks with those on the door,

they are again opened with those keys,

and there is then the case and inside the Crown.

In fact, that Crown is always kept in that leather case.

Nobody else is allowed to be right at that ritual.

-What ritual? -The opening of the doors.

Action!

Al} of your life you will open up your thighs

in order to fit in the wondrous mandarine,

you'll sew your dress out of futility and guilt

in search of that wondrous mandarine.

And in your head a rush of blood and in the eyes shadow of night

yearning for the arrival of that wondrous mandarine.

Many times you'll wish to turn the gas on

because again there's no wondrous mandarine.

Until exhausted at forty you'll be a gonner,

and know that life is just Gods absurd flow.

Capitalism today, in which we are confronted,

isn't the capitalism of Marx's age.

Karlétejn Castle -

smelly champignon from Karlétejn.

The worst of Marx's nightmares have come to pass.

That the class divisions of society will cease to exist.

The proletariat, the ruling class

and the government will be taken over by a global oligarchy

which is what is happening throughout the nineties...

This doesn't belong here,

have they got it agreed with someone like, no way,

it doesn't belong here, put it somewhere else...

To the amazement and surprise of non-Marxist theoreticians

starting with Derrida and ending with Rorty -

one of the first neo-liberal and neo-conservative thinkers in '70,

he today writes that ifs all finished with us because

the greatest enemy to freedom and not only societal freedom

but human freedom, for the individual,

is new liberalism which showed itself in the nineties

as the biggest danger in all of human history.

And in his essay which was written some 2 years ago...

"| can't any longer appeal much to you, parents,

you've reached forty, you've been absorbed by the system,"

turning towards the Western reader.

In America he began to threaten them and says:

give your children only two books to read:

the Gospel and Karl Marx's 'Communist Manifesto'.

90% of people in Czecho are mushroom-pickers.

It's not like that anywhere in the world.

Rorty advised parents to give kids such reading material,

then he argues that if those kids don't get to understand it

they have no chance in the first half of the 21 st century.

That it is the only self-defence - to learn it.

Well, and he is not the only one, in the West most people say it.

All in all they are non-Marxists, yeah.

There is a new demand to begin to re-read Marx, because

Marx analysed it way ahead that this disaster could happen.

And the rule of this financial oligarchy.

It's no longer a class, American journalists counted that

physically it's 40,000 people,

with their relatives way back it's not more than a million

and in the world there are over six billion people,

but Marx claims that classes and a class war exist

only after the one revolution which he accepts in history

and that is the introduction of machine production

which is tied up with the capitalist mode of production.

Before there weren't classes according to Marx

and, thus, no class warfare and no revolutions

and says: were getting where we have no classes and class war.

It's only a characteristic which is valid

during the period of the capitalist production process.

And when those classes and the class war are abolished,

not by going over to socialism, that is to a just society,

then an oligarchic government will be created

which will imitate some elements of social attainments,

but in reality it will be, as J.L0ndon said, the "iron heel".

Marx, of course, hadn't yet read Jack London.

Marx, of course, hadn't yet read Jack London.

And what we have here today is comparable only

to the era of the last three centuries of the Roman Empire

when the ratio of the ruling class sank to 1 %.

Those steps which globalisers in that Brussels HQ,

plan, they are, all in all, steps

which are supposed to ensure society's stability

on the basis of a drastic decrease in population.

Sure, nice, sensible and rational from their point of view but

the question remains in what form they intend to do it.

It's a terreeble time, terreeble day

in the Acropolis at midnight transformed,

we're experiencing a sad day, the last day

of the first comeback of the group "The Plastic People".

-Long live Magor! -Ladies and gentlemen,

on the guitar playing for you Pepa Karafiat - Joe Carnation -

they're going to play tomorrow, didn't want to tell you -

at the drums sits Honza Brabec,

on the saxophone, wilgo Ségo, plays Vratislay - Viétta,

on the viola Jiff - [Kéba,

behind the keyboards sits Pepe Janiéek namely Pepa

and on the bass-guitar we have the Leader - Founder of the band

Milan 'Mejia' Hlavsa.

He's like Sabina - traitor to the nation.

The role of Sabina in The Bartered Bride is unknown to me.

It is Karel Sabina and it is Bond y. They are different,

slightly different roles - even, so, they are very similar.

One could say that Bond y is the Sabina of the Czech underground.

I mean that he had some ties to that Secret Police.

Diabetes, gentlemen, is the bane of those with stage-fright.

And on this illustrious day

Ivan Magor Jirous had the honour to act as compere.

Amen.

Architect Max Urban built the Film Studios Barrandov {1932}.

Tower and both wings was and remains Phoenix the bird.

When one's twenty

one needs with horror to empty,

but those who're forty

need to puke up plenty...

According to great thinkers we have it, that Phoenix dies

and comes again, when five hundredth year comes near.

Dante Alighieri: Divine Comedy

When Gods battle... saviour of the Arts.

-Zbynék Fiéer... -Egon Bond y.

Alfons Mucha - twenty paintings, eighteen years of work.

And when he finished, then no-one was interested in him.

Is anyone interested in you?

Let me put my teeth back in. They're keen on me, no fear,

-mainly the young ones. -You what'?

-The Government fell. -Got toppled.

Those key figures responsible for the Government's downfall,

which means Pilip, Ruml...

No, Ruml is unimportant, above all Lux, Havel

and, of course, Pilip who is enormously ambitious

still supposedly spurred on by his wife,

and Ruml who is naive

and who is also steered from behind by his father.

That was the gang. But Ruml, I'd say, was the last in on the act.

It was agreed between Pilip and Lux, of course,

and between Lux and the President.

A Govt. was being put in place for the following Wednesday

and all was supposed to have gone very quickly.

Than ks to the fact that they misjudged Klaus

because Klaus is a fighter and he didn't just fold.

He complicated the situation and we got where we are today.

-Here is Aleé, the painter. -No.

That's my landlord, MrMacek. Looks like him exactly.

You said that you're making some statue right now.

Well now, I've finished it in fact, it's in a cast.

It's working title is "Person changing into an aeroplane"

and I'm trying to pour it into indian rubber.

Is the person turning into a plane in a form of relationship

-with what's going on here? -No, probably not - I think not.

Those statues note what is going on in Bohemia, created in 1990

when they were intoxicated by the new situation,

we were intoxicated by the fact that something was happening.

But today the work I create is rather reacting on generalities,

how people are changing, their position in nature,

how their shape is changing.

I keep reminding myself more and more

that the human is not the centre of the Universe.

That the human is only a link in the chain of a great community

and that the role which it usurps is too rash.

That is why all those power struggles seem to me, so, petty

and I try to find in them mainly some personal courage,

equality and lack of deceit.

We are illogically floundering, like around those graves.

I am making a film about rising from the dead,

I am waiting for the people to rise again from the dead,

I want to fill the whole of Prague and Bohemia with them.

As Zépotocky says, new fighters will arise...

Fyodorov, who was a friend of Ciolkovski, invented this

and said that everybody, all of us would go into Outer Space.

And now I just cannot imagine that I would open up some graves

and someone would climb out with make-up and haunt.

-It would be kind of sweet.. -Lately, I imagine that...

-When I am here with you... -So, I rise like a zombie...

We have already risen, already not been here, because

all those people who live have already also risen, you see?

-No. I don't understand this. -I also don't...

Actually I do because I cannot imagine that someone

puts make-up on us in fifty years time, that we're worth it,

and chases us around the graveyard.

You lived next door to Mr.Zeman. When I realised this

I understood why you kind of attack the Social Democrats so.

Not in the same house, just down the street.

But the fact remains that we frequented the same pub.

The landlord said to Mr. Zeman who was putting himself about

and demanded a table when they were all taken

and he told him: 'Mr.Zeman,' careful,

it doesn't end up like at the old communist pub.

And think that it might well end up

like that if this dinosaur got to lead this nation.

I think he is very interesting but a dinosaur as well.

I perceive him as an interesting specimen in the context of a ZOO,

but not as part of the Government.

You love Mr.Klaus and fight for him with all your soul...

It's not a question of love. I like people

who are clever and intelligent and committed.

Apart from Klaus, one who is not popular at all -

Apart from Klaus, one who is not popular at all -

Miroslav Macek. I consider him to be an intelligent person

who is capable of expressing himself clearly, and reflect.

I don't like political bullshit...

-You hate Havel in some way. -It's not a question of hate.

I simply think that he has fulfilled his role,

that now he is not completely sane and that

something that was kept under the lid has come to the surface

which means that he is behaving hysterically, unjustly,

insolently, sometimes even immorally and unreasonably.

He loves the taste of power and likes to show it.

And now imagine that I think that Kniiék is a great painter.

-And now it seems to me... -You're probably the only one.

Heck no, I am convinced about it. And that's one thing.

Another is that you keep saying such terrible things that,

in fact, in a certain sense they are comical, you get me?

It seems the humour you have in your statues and paintings,

that that humour remains even in your comments.

So, when I hear it I partly seem to feel that you eliminate

that certain part of absurdity within your thought

with your pronunciation...

Hm, well I've finished it in fact. That statue is cast.

The working name is "Person changing into an aeroplane",

and now I'm trying to cast it in india-rubber.

-Even the intensity you say it. -I don't think that is quite so.

I consider that seriousness is dangerous

and seriousness isn't at all serious.

If seriousness, age, and wisdom doesn't

contain a grain of craziness, a grain of humour,

something, which goes against what a person is saying then

his expression has no validity.

Thus, in my comments there is always some contradiction, but

the fact that I consider Havel to be a bad President and

that Zeman in government is for me unacceptable,

I believe that is deadly serious.

And I am prepared to dig a hole and swear to it.

Just think that some people were saying Kniiék for President.

Sure, that's brilliant.

I would make a self-portrait as a pigmy in order for it to fit

or I'd be there together with Havel, such a statue I'd create.

Well, when some people say it then I would mind,

but when you say it I do not mind because

there is always that geyser of some jollity.

Well, a person mustn't take himself seriously.

When a person starts to think of himself seriously,

how super or how stupid it would be

if I became the President then I'd consider myself an ass.

One can't talk or think of these things in all seriousness.

Everything in life is necessary to take and make something of it.

If it came I suppose I would take it seriously but

a human being cannot self-adore oneself ahead of time.

You can't say, I am terribly sad or terribly happy from it.

No. Shit. I am normal in relation to it, take the mickey

and even take that seriously and don't stress to it too much.

It's necessary to understand life that way and no other.

Do you comprehend?

I wanted to say, if you play Smetana, you'll be kinder...

-I like to play Smetana. -So greedy of that sensitive...

Would you like me to play Smetana, a little bit...

No, I don't want it, but...

You don't want that.

Dear Deputy, we will pour petrol over it.

Let's move it so, we do not blow up!

TRY IT WITH ME

-You still want me to play nice. -Even nicer...

-You're such a romantic, -I am not a romantic.

I should play nice when I am such a naughty person.

You are not naughty, you have soul, but...

Look, I am curious how successful we can be.

It will crack right away when you let the water run on it.

I think it is a great difference.

You want Smetana, then, wait if I don't come up with something...

That's not Smetana.

No, on top of it all - stuffed with velvet...

-And you don't want Dvofék'? -Enough.

Forget Smetana.

Dear friends, allow me to greet you personally

and read you a letter which was written for this occasion

for the guests of the Café Slavie

by the President of the Republic.

Dear friends, respected guests,

today's opening of the Café Slavie, one of the spaces

which also for me, in my life, played an absolutely vital role,

I discern as a step towards a renewal

of the natural structuralisation of Czech spiritual life.

I take it to be as a perhaps unostentatious but, at its core,

a deeply symbolic way to remind ourselves of today's anniversary.

On an absolutely personal basis I discern it

also as a small victory of sense over stupidity.

I dare to say with conceit that I feel it to be also my success.

I wish you a pleasant evening and particularly wish all of us

that Slavie again becomes a crossroads

of Prague and Czech spiritual cultural and social flow

and not just another meeting- place for suspicious mafias.

It depends on you. If you visit regularly they won't.

I am looking forward

when my health allows me to sit at a table by the window

and observe passers-by and straighten my thoughts.

Yours, Véclav Havel.

I can say it now properly.

Sometimes it happens that within one a twin is born

and that twin begins to exit from that person,

maybe a feetie, ear or maybe a nose grows on the back.

To future novices of mechanical engineering to plant

into our souls and hearts the seed of revisionism.

-This is anti-dogmatic thinking. -Thank you, that's a compliment.

And I recognised the anti-dogmatism there,

anti-stalinism I recognised there and, thereby,

became a Marxist and an oppositionist straight away.

Hi, Marxist.

He holds full responsibility...

He's some kind of a split personality

among us a person who is moreover two...

Such physiological schizophrenia.

When those twins are equal he won't realise he has one inside.

I wanted to say that at the end of the last film "What to do?"

MLJirous who claims that the Czech nation cannot be helped

unless it mixes together in with the Romanies.

It is simply laughable, but also true.

Because mixing should not be a steam-roller,

people should not be happy with being the same,

but united by their difference.

That all we know we listen to from within ourselves,

by which we are not listening to the Ego but

listening to something beyond archetypal subconsciousness,

and when it functions then it makes sense for other people and

something is created what wasn't here previously.

Whereas everything else, even if it's from that subconscious,

from some repressed sexuality or what, then really it's working

from some repressed sexuality or what, then really it's working

only with what's here a combination of what is here.

Well, ifs in fact waiting like those Romanies and even

we are waiting for the birth of a nation and

we both, them and us, wait for our re-birth.

Their complete nation has a clearly-defined culture,

we don't have any clear culture if we compare it.

Well, we do have a clearly-defined culture...

We have ours nicked from all over the place,

they have nothing that's stolen, they've got their original one.

We understand their original culture but we don't theirs.

Smetana is original, Comenius is original,

Haéek is original and 'The Plastic People'...

That's difficult to oppose.

Oh, what anguish and agony,

the constipation of my gross favourings.

It is like the birth of a nation, it seems to me.

-What did you mean? -I wanted...

I wanted to tell you that this meeting is a picture

of the disunity and arguments of all the difficulties

and successes we have attained - nobody has evaluated that yet

because the meeting here between Romanies is traditionally

full of disagreement and disunity, and that is harmful.

Indisputably because it will do harm in the Romany community.

Well, isn't that disunity built into the Romany mentality,

in that you do not create institutions and

you are important because you don't actually form them.

You don't create some sneaky small family, yeah,

you create a large family which does not have much sense

and is self-destructive but it has some sense.

What kind of sense my dear director.

-Well, I do not know. -Well, then I will tell you.

You have heard of those self-managing units,

of all that decentralisation, you've heard of that trend?

W.Europe is going down the road of decentralisation, self-govt.

Well, but we've already had 2,000 years of some kind

of natural self-government behind us. There lies the sense.

-Exactly... -It is encoded in us,

if we take into account that we are in an industrial society,

simply that society has certain ties, ifs no longer possible

to lead a nomadic way of life, steal chickens and shoot rabbits,

then we have to feed ourselves somehow.

We have to join the institutions 'cos we won't survive...

And find the sources how to extricate it from that society.

Those chickens and rabbits.

They lived on the land of the Count from Kounice.

And that one stole horses and smuggled them across...

I was too small, well, but I have parents,

mother stole chickens, that was the life, we travelled...

Here is the Chairman of the Oles Romanies,

You're delegates to this conference

which should turn some Romany associations into State entities.

We are Olas Romanies.

They want those horses back which got taken from them.

Well, they gave us nothing, took us about seventy horses,

never got anything paid and the communists took it by force,

you know even the wagons and caravans...

Didn't give them a penny.

I have put in a claim but nothing positive so far...

You have the feeling that you have to move around?

Well, that is the tradition of the Olas Romanies but

the twentieth century has changed it a lot.

Our forebears have died but

we young ones go with the modern age.

But they would want...

Those caravans which they took by force, commies, like...

It is a viable way of life to move from place to place.

It is the best, an adventurous way of life...

They want to steal horses again...

They forced us to stop travelling

which led the Olas community to a criminal way of life.

Before, the only criminality the Olas engaged in was

that in a village a chicken went astray.

Because they were forcibly accommodated and domiciled

they started to pickpocket and other criminality followed.

Before that they were craftsmen, horse-handlers and such,

and earned a living differently than they are doing today.

So, the consequences of the ending of a nomadic way of life

was great and deeply-felt.

The spokesman of the Olas Romanies will give you the rest.

Really they would not want to steal horses any more but

back then they stole them and sold them on...

Throw it away and we have a jar.

Well, and I am now, come dear Deputy - I am...O.K..

I have brought this photo, I talked about it before

I can put the photo inside and...

-And burn it. -No, I won't set light to it.

-I don't get it. -I have Comenius done like this.

What are you dissolving? I simply do not...

Just look at it, what it has done, the water destroys it.

-Castle at Velké Mezifiéi. -The water destroys it.

I'll go nuts. I won't manage to even do it as I wanted.

I am totally at a loss.

Karel, come and have a look...

Shaggy Mane.

You are the father of Semtex. They say.

Well, it's not quite like that, father of Semtex.

It's a murderous thing, terrorists bring planes down...

That's what the media thinks, journalists

who simply like to do such a media story.

By the way, Semtex, in fact, that it is called Semtex

is that it was meant for industrial purposes...

Come, let's sit down.

Semtex does not even have to be an explosive at all,

that's a marking for explosives, under water,

for breaking-up of large boulders in quarries.

And the govt. came to realise that it could be sent to Libya,

so, it gave it over to those terrorists.

Not exactly...

Plastic explosive under the name of SEMTEX

was introduced in 1963 or,

rather, definitely with that name in 1965.

One version of what was originally a military explosive

was freed for civilian use.

Don't read newspapers, don't have a TV nor a radio.

So, I learn about the world with a two or three week delay

when someone tells me something.

But non-fiction I, of course, follow closely.

-You don't want to be informed? -What use is it'?

But your friends say that you're an émigré right now.

Ha, ha, an émigré surely not,

they probably got confused when I said that I am an exile.

And that is...

It's that I've abandoned my flat

and moved a block away

where a friend left me an empty flat because

the traffic there got so bad at 51 Nerudova, golden times,

-so you could not work there. -You intend to go to Serbia.

-So you could not work there. -You intend to go to Serbia.

I've applied for a visa which I got, that was about a month ago,

then they didn't give them to individuals or tourists.

I dreamt of many thousands of psychiatrists

being sent there instead of those planes.

Yeah, it wouldn't perhaps need

to send thousands of psychiatrists to that place

as twenty psychiatrists would suffice at NATO Headquarters

and, at least, two psychiatrists in the White House.

I am extremely pleased and proud that

this is being organised jointly with the Romany Civic Initiative.

If there is an area where painful, tragic questions

are being asked in respect of human rights

then it is very much the links between the white majority

and the, so-called, Romany minority.

And together with them we want to show that we are serious.

That we wish to achieve something with them,

in a dialogue with them in respect of human rights.

Those are the kind of first steps to that globalisation.

We see how they bankrupted those small tigers of South-East Asia.

Financial oligarchy can do anything.

It is because we are such crazy Czechs, right?

I appreciate that you have a sense of humour.

Are you the creator of Tamara, a military miracle in E.Europe?

Well, it was the only unique equipment in the military.

And now we are in front of a sty with a goat,

and here will take place the Second World War, pseudo style,

the Third World War will theoretically follow.

-What is Tamara'? -It's an instrument

to locate an aircraft and where a radar is in action.

They say that in Kosovo with the help of Tamara

they brought down that aircraft invisible to radar.

An invisible aircraft is invisible to radar

and as far as I know the 127

doesn't send anything which could be picked up by Tamara.

So, from Tamara's point of view it is an uncatohable plane.

That means that you did not shoot it down.

I think that the 127 wasn't shot down with the help of Tamara.

That is almost certain.

The war will break out here any moment.

I heard that you are working on a totally new machine,

which will scrap Tamara. Is that true'?

Yes, that's exactly right. Not working on - already worked out.

It's equipment which will interfere with Tamara.

All equipment can be interfered with when it is electronic.

In a stupid brutish way.

Whereas, what I am inventing

will interfere with Tamara intelligently.

That means that it knows Tamara's Achilles heel.

Of course, meaning the Pardubice Tamara.

These Tamaras which are all over the world

{30 to 40 of them} then they can be interfered with easily.

And they can be interfered with in a way

that Tamara simply will not even know that it is being done

and will latch on to a false target which will not be genuine.

-Stupid Tamara. -It will be fooled.

Over the mine-fields ropes are stretched with explosives.

Explosive ropes you could say,

and then, like, when the ropes fall on that mine-field

or are in some way spread out,

then they are blasted, and simply the mines

which are under the ropes or in their vicinity are set off.

I would like for it to also be seen, everything. Let's go...

...go off with a bang.

This means that in a certain way you love explosives?

You can't say that I love explosives.

Everything is coincidence, like everything in life.

After the war

I entered the Philosophical Faculty. Not to do chemistry.

I wanted to ask, your father is a Rector of...

-Used to be. -...of Charles University.

Why doesn't, for example, Petr Rezek teach at the University?

You should ask him, he I think taught at the University and,

as far as I know, left. Of his own accord actually.

I see it time and time again, such brains escape somewhere

and other peculiar ones stay in one place.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, I am not sure what I mean, what I am angling at,

I got to know Petr Rezek recently and

it just seems to me a great shame.

I will put the question again to your father.

I consider Petr Rezek could teach at a university

but why he does not I suggest that you ask him.

I did not ask him.

In every period of time there are groups

who are unable to enter the marketplace with their know-how.

And all those coups, be they revolutions or restorations,

tear it apart, icebergs move and

what is underneath floats to the surface.

MrBrabenec would likewise not come out

without this restorative revolution which we had.

Wood wolly-foot. Velié Castle.

That was an embarrassing TV series called Major Zeman

with the "Gods whip" song. It was made to look like us,

they kind of tied it up with some terrorist group

which tried to hijack a plane.

They added into it some drugs

and to spice it up some dejected theology.

Even the lyrics were written by those Secret Policemen.

They wrote the lyrics and the music.

The Secret police proudly allied itself to it.

And Mejia went to the pub...

Mejia took it down the pub which was being watched

because it was frequented by Chartists and the underground,

and just to show those pigs how flexible we were,

we sang their song.

When I was inside at Pankréc prison there was this kid

who spent his childhood in institutions

and from kids homes he fluidly transferred into jails.

When he was little they had ducks at his grandfathers' yard

and he remembered that those ducks were very long.

He asked, you were at college, a duck has four legs, right.

The other jail-birds said-you're crazy, duck has two legs.

And he kept saying - why, the duck was this long,

how could it stand on two legs, it must have four.

In order to let him keep at least one nice memory

I said: sure, it has one set of legs in front, more at the back,

otherwise it'd fall over.

Castle Svojanov, Giant Polypore.

Society will fuse, profit will go to those who go along

with the stabilised powers,

then it will tear all over again,

that is an absolutely necessary cycle.

That's why only now we understand

why the post-89 political stance towards the former Eastern block

was such that for five years - it seemed like childish idiocy -

(according to classical capitalism) to defeat the enemy,

gain their markets and use them.

Here it has been different - here the markets are devastated,

purchasing power much reduced, no investment,

there is no interest in expanding the market.

Pernétejn - Blue-leg.

But Marx did foresee this. Unfortunately

he wrote that capitalism can reach such automation

that it will suffice with small markets, there will be no need

to expand further which is what is happening now.

The only strange thing is that it is claimed that

Tamara aims at the F 127 and it's not emitting anything

which Tamara could measure or catch.

Thus, we are imprisoned by myths of technician Brebera: Semtex.

If it wasn't for a few Libyans or I don't know what maniacs

it would be a normal explosive with industrial usage

and that machine of yours, if you could sum up.

It is equipment for military use which targets

or finds out where targets are, assuming those targets emit.

When they are quiet,

in another words there is no bouncing off

but also nothing being emitted.

Tamara is equipment which aims on the basis of finding out

that some source is transmitting something.

So, it kind of behaves like bats or flies, that's how it acts.

I would put it like this:

when some thief comes and wants to steal during the night

then he'll go and sniff around during the day,

and in the dark he'll put on some gear which does not shine.

Walks on tip-toes.

Goes quietly the way he's already sussed during the day...

There's a petrol tank, you idiot!

He'll shine a torch about to ensure he's in the right place.

That's the Stealth. It doesn't bounce off anything

and does not transmit at all which Tamara could aim at.

And those Stealths are now in Kosovo.

Pecka Cash-e. StGeorgés Mushroom.

W. economists two types.

Afrioanisation and Latinoamericanisation.

Latinoamericanisation, exploitation of the type

that some investment actually happens

because our Latin America lives on loans for over 200 years

forced on it by the United States in particular,

and the interest is more than a third of the US state budget.

It is the chicken that lays the golden egg, so,

there is no need to cut its throat.

Then there is Africanisation where investment brought

little return, so, the investment was stopped.

They send dried-milk and aid and such stuff.

I really wanted one really short fairy-tale.

Somebody was telling it to you, a Romany fairy-tale.

I can't think of anything. I am not prepared for it...

What about your colleague, do you know a Romany fairy-tale.

Please, if we have to then after the demonstration, could you...

It will provoke tribal wars, ethnic wars, famines, diseases,

and it'll all kick the bucket by itself.

And them keep saying officially, so they are being heard, that

we were doing it empirically and all in all, it's worked out.

With E. Europe we won't bother with Latinoamericanisation,

but we will have Africanisation and we will do it properly there,

scientifically and hygienically. Well, they sure are doing it.

All that news coming out of the keyholes

of those people what sit in that Brussels.

They keep working on it steadfastly and responsibly but

it sure does not look pretty or favourable. For anybody.

Except them. For them sure. For normal folk probably not.

As I attended the Romany demonstration there was a bomb.

I mean the briefcase of MrSaid, a lawyer,

whose case was stolen, money taken out of it.

The whole area was surrounded by the Police and,

eventually, opened the briefcase and returned it to Mr.Said.

Such was the bomb on Wenceslas Square.

Today in the newspaper there was some geezer carrying a pigs head

who protested on behalf of Romanies and,

thus, highlight the concentration camps

where today stands a pig-farm and the Romanies sent there.

You don't know what you should shoot nor what you should paint.

You can't keep up with it all from that bloke

with the briefcase which became a bomb and wasn't a bomb,

and the guy with the pig's head who ran around there yesterday.

Who, though, did not get any support whatsoever

except photographers and TV.

What are you actually doing when you paint?

We all dream to want to paint those cases, the secret ones.

Only few succeed, that pensioner who passed by

and reported it that it could be a bomb.

Mostly one paints it - or Boudnik had explosionalism.

He thought the painting should explode.

But it does not interest anyone, it was very lucky that

the briefcase was noticed and the person panicked.

With the painting no-one will become that nervous.

Maybe the painting should again become more dangerous.

I think that after a film or a painting something should occur-

I always say to myself that Verdi, Hernani and off we go.

In other paintings something happens and all wrong.

I see Picasso's 'Guernica' and it's all wrong in that picture.

For sure, it's, of course, anti-war, but it's all wrong

because you can't co-exist with that painting.

Because that painting should not block one's creativity.

What should actually come out of that painting?

If we were to take statistics from 1990,

then we had 28 dead within federal Czechoslovakia.

From January 1993 up to the present time

within the Czech republic there were 18 victims.

All were victims of racially motivated skinheads.

We are upset that

these victims were treated by the Government with indifference.

The Government was silent and did not offer any solidarity

as it did in the case of the last death of a Sudanese student.

We feel damaged in that, may be, there were needless deaths

because the Government failed to fulfil its duty

as the keeper of the peace, keeper of security.

They are incapable to imprison even those who kill,

they're incapable of sentencing killers of the 50's and the 70's,

that's a terrible slapstick.

That is your view, I think that partly it is also an intention.

Because from statistics from the last elections from June 1996

30% of professional soldiers and policemen

voted the far-right Republican Party.

These 30% are supporters of skinheads

and if they get any complaint from Romanies

regarding their security then they will not want to respond.

Not that they can't - they won't.

The water is destroying it. I thought that it won't.

I have to dry it and put it into the jar.

I also placed Comenius there. I'll do it later.

Why did you put Comenius into the jar'?

Why did you put Comenius into the jar'?

Because the shape of the jar dissolves the seriousness

-of Comenius' face... -Navarov. Cow boletus.

...one of the most horrific experiences.

You know, when those racists laid into you.

I don't know whether they were racists.

-You cannot accuse like that. -But one can guess.

Back then defended Romanies,

you weren't very tolerant of the extreme Republicans...

You understand, I see those consequences from it.

And because I am terrified of those ends, let me go back a bit.

Comenius with all that seriousness on his face,

so I put him into that bulb and he got much nicer.

-He is a little comical there. -Because he is little askew'?

Yes, it would be a little comical,

one doesn't have such fatal anxieties from him.

He ran across that red glade to a foreign country,

here a person weaves away from some beasties, you know,

and comes out scarred and all that has to be dissolved,

unforgotten, forgotten.

-Brain Fungus. -Forget, not forgetting.

I understand, I am beginning to understand you,

you want to like humanise this photo of Julius Fuéik.

By putting it into a bulb. Yes? Well, that's O.K.

I don't have any objection if I look a little comical...

I have this problem.

They cut you up something awful in the face.

Today it is gone. Because plastic surgery is something.

In fact, if I made a film where somebody attacked you,

I would get a group who attack some actor

in order to play the whole lot, I simply can't, I would throw up.

One could say that, at the time, it was really super, world class.

If, then, we consider that the American explosive C4,

which also can be seen in American action films,

which they began making in '55.

The content was probably finished in '52

and in bigger numbers they started to produce it in 55,

-around the same time as us. -Look at this again...

Strictly speaking, in an explosive sense,

from the point of view of its power of

effectiveness, the American C4 was that

little bit better than SEMTEX.

Sound-man, still running. If one kills someone during a war

I don't understand that they don't eat them.

He should eat him.

There would be too much, that food. I am joking - not on.

Where would we set those unknown soldiers for memorials.

But you produce explosives which pulverise the human body.

You can't eat it then.

But the greater killing is from ordinary armaments,

it can be from a machine-gun or anything else.

It remains important for me that you haven't caused any deaths,

you didn't say go and blast someone.

Most of the technicians in this field today

also never caused someone's death. It's for the Army,

as you pass it over to the Army, they do as they see fit.

But the Czech Army has always functioned on the basis that

soldiers run abroad and then they come back with someone else.

With the Swedes they came back,

with Russians, with Americans they came,

with Italians, with the French during the First World war...

Although, talking of the Second World War

there was a certain resistance here, even armed resistance.

New ideas for war came about here in the Czech lands.

DON'T THROW FAG-ENDS INTO THE PISS-POTS

WE DON'T PEE INTO YOUR ASHTRAYS AT HOME

Pre-war Czecho was the 2nd largest exporter of arms.

You're a brilliant inventor and I keep thinking that

you would never say to someone - go and kill.

No, that was never the intention, it is nonsense to think this.

...say to someone - go and kill.

Even if there is work on a variety of weapon systems,

there is enormous teamwork.

The researcher or the technician works on a pan in a given area.

And the plastic explosive is the finished product.

DON'T THROW FAG-ENDS INTO THE PISS-POTS

WE DON'T PEE INTO YOUR ASHTRAYS AT HOME

Nobody has to use it against somebody else.

Those explosives which are designated for peaceful purposes

they can be also used against someone.

In the world there is a white side as well as a black side,

and one says to oneself that for those creative people

whether their works arise out of the white or black side

they can be used in a beautiful way.

Beautiful, what do you call beautiful...

Even if we go back in time,

Nobel did not discover nitro-glycerine.

The first time an Italian Sovrero synthesised it

some twenty years before Nobel.

Nobel really introduced the production of nitro-glycerine.

-Giant Polypore. -I can't demand from people

to do horrible things even if it was staged like in a theatre.

What I cope with is a puppet. That little head.

Because you can always see the pulleys,

or I will hold the head like this, you can see the pulleys,

that fate, that someone is leading it,

I really wait-for what is more miraculous than her story,

than that idiotic fate. I wait for what is more miraculous

than some idiot who throws himself at a person.

Why mention it when I have to remind myself:

yes, there is fate, there are these gross events

for the world to work because it is formed in this stupid way.

On the other hand, human abilities surmount that fate,

which means doing things out of synch of all those stupidities,

those massacres, those beating of heads.

Shield Mushroom.

Getting back to Romanies. You sit on some Commission.

Now I thought you were going to ask me if I am a Romany.

-Castle Sobivec. -What was fascinating was that

some of the most valued newsmen, when they interviewed me,

they stopped recording and said: please-off the record.

Is it true that you are a Romany'?

You know, if I was a Romany I would not be ashamed of it

but as I am not a Romany why should I say that I am.

Occasionally I go and lecture at the Dept of Explosives...

-Where'? -In Pardubice.

What we are doing here

makes absolutely no sense...

All I could say is that they are playing at soldiers here.

We are playing at soldiers.

On 1 May I cried as a nine-year old

as I could not go on the parade 'cos dad gave me a sick-note:

Léda Ptééek cannot join in on 1 May

as he has to help pull the manure can and plant potatoes.

I make up for it today 'cos I planted the potatoes early.

I make up for it today 'cos I planted the potatoes early.

Let me speak to these men.

You do what you like, sir - but this is my place.

We'll move aside...

-You did not know each other... -No.

I used to know many people from his village, yeah...

You knew the first Managing Director, that Miroslav Slezék.

-I knew Slezék. -After him came Hlouéek.

You didn't know him, he was a working-class Director.

Well no, I knew one, he was there only a mo', from Prague,

that was sometime in 60's, 65.

I wasn't there any more, they kicked me out in 58.

-When did they throw you out? -Didn't throw me out per se

after 68. Definitely, at the beginning of 70.

Thanks to that working-class Director I got ousted because

I objected that the Director should be in some way an expert.

I was expelled from the Party as I didn't agree with the invasion.

I never joined the Party.

I'll tell you some idiocies. I am doing cinema

about people rising from the dead and

that Michal Fyodorovic Fyodorov wants all to rise and

thinks they will all come out. And that they will be here and,

so, many of them that there won't be enough space here.

When they all don't fit they'll disperse all over the galaxy.

It would do if the majority of the live ones would crawl away

rather than import post-human souls of those dead.

You nihilist!

Probably it was not relevant.

Some live ones I'd substitute with more dead ones.

If one was able to regulate it. But the ratio would be upset.

But the truth is that a person, when alive,

then mostly communicates with those dead ones.

Those few who make sense you can count on your fingers.

So, in fact all the time we talk with the dead.

I listen to Chopin, listen to Dvolék - they're all deceased,

I read those who've passed on, I communicate with them.

-And who're you? -Nearly deceased.

-I am Karel Vachek. -I know. I am Vratislav Erbr.

Pleased to meet you. I am glad I see you, so, alive

even if it's all about dead ones. Isn't it an illusion?

Ti me fl ies, even for the live ones.

The dead ones are eternal.

I really like the idea that they would all be here you know.

Well, in their way they are here.

-They are not here physically. -Truly, they don't stink us out!

I am Karel Vaohek, who are you?

Michal Wernisch alias Evald Murer.

The one who Petr Krél wrote me about

-he said you're a poet. -That's possible

it Krél wrote it.. He rust know, for sure.

-And what's that? -That is our daughter Rozarka.

She is the grand-daughter of the poet Ivan Wernisch

and daughter of Evald Murer which is interesting.

-Doesn't work. Everything is possible.

Mr.K. I wanted to ask what does the poet Divié mean to you.

It's on a different plane.

I don't read it, don't understand it.

It has certain power, great value but...

And is there anybody...

ls there anybody who you would read?

It'll be those deceased. Rather than one of those living ones.

Only the dead ones. You wouldn't read the ones that are alive.

You pushed them under my nose, I didn't start talking about them.

Some verses of those live ones I like.

But that I would enthuse about one of the present ones,

that I can't say.

I read Stankovié or read your things.

Some say I should read Mr.Marx, there is something here...

Excuse me, is there a poet you respect?

Here? No!

When I want to read something which really entertains me

I rather read someone who is not here any more.

Because I know them and I return to them.

With my wife Helena I chat very often.

You're over eighty. Do you know what that means?

I was born in 1913 and there is nothing you can do about it.

Let's have a drink.

That's good wine.

But you see, now you've got me, keep an eye on it.

Well, sod me - as they say. With those years, I mean.

I thought something like seventy six.

There's that Fajkus, from Brno.

I think he lives in Dillinger street number 1.

Terribly young and he is a real poet.

There he is.

Why don't you hold a glass when they're photographing you.

There's that Fajkus, that beautiful boy.

That's him.

That's a new poet.

Robert. That's him.

You know, he told us about Dillinger street.

-Who was it? -Some painter supposedly.

You're an idiot. I wrote you a long letter.

-You said it was some gangster. -He was a multiple murderer

and when I was ten the news was all around Prague.

John Dillinger. Terrible name for a terrible person.

Like Al Capone. But Al Capone had alcohol.

Shot them all, got 3 times 99 years

in a jail called Alcatraz.

That street was named during the totalitarian era,

so, probably it was no gangster, it had to be some painter,

may be gangster too.

But I want those dead ones to stay alive.

-Are you making fun of me? -No way, I would not dare.

I simply think that all those who were here should return,

so, everyone would be here together. For a moment, now.

That's acceptable.

There is a particular theory by M.F.Fyodorov,

a Russian philosopher from the nineteenth century.

For him, they all rise from the dead and remain on Earth,

and because there is not enough space they disperse into space.

He claims that all beings who were here

should return.

But you never have such ideas?

—Why fiot?

What why not, I just DON'T. Rising from the dead is nonsense.

There does not exist an eschatological sanction

which means no nether world exists.

If there is no nether world,

as an eschatological sanction, and put religiously catholically,

then there can be no rising from the dead.

And if it was like that it would have be totally nonsensical.

I could meet Dante, Dante In Corpore.

You can't because he's been dead for 650 years.

I want it, I want to see it just once.

-Well, there's something in that. -You know, I always think that

it must have remained somewhere in plaster just like on an LP.

It is true...

It can be accepted that when you die, physically,

that there will remain or evaporate

three hundred million atoms.

According to Law of energy preservation

those three billion atoms are undoubtedly indestructible,

circling somewhere, whereby in my room

there are hundred thousand Cleopatra's molecules.

But I say bugger to that!

Because I would like to screw Cleopatra physically in bed,

and I can't.

I would want to screw her

if she really was as alluring as Julius Caesar imagined.

Or I would wish - forlorn hopes. For Dostoyevsky to walk in.

With whom I would discuss a religious problem.

But he will not enter. Never.

The consecrated grave from which You gloriously arose.

And through You are also holy the graves of all believers

for they died with You and will arise with You.

We beseech You to let our brother Ivan Divié rest in peace

to await the time when You wake him and in Your light

sees God because You are our resurrection and life,

You live and reign for ever more. Amen.

Relieve us of all evil, not least, from circumstances of Kosovo,

protect us Almighty God, Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Are there any among Czechs you would wish to hear?

Mécha.

And he would yell at me, he would be offensive

and intolerably jealous of that cunt of his, that Lori.

But I wouldn't enjoy it. His Krkonoé Pilgrimage would be fun

and those twenty striking verses from his Méj.

I would discuss this with him. He wouldn't give me the pleasure.

He would be aggressive, as per usual,

and indigestible company. That's well known.

Aggressive... You'd say:

"That Lori, she's got marvellous little ears."

Then, he'd perhaps drive a knife into your stomach. Madman!

In this sense I would want the dead to arise.

Call up people who fascinate me.

Pascal. For a moment, only for a while.

Or Nietzsche or Heidegger, those yes.

But only for a moment. But it will never happen...

castle.

...that is possible that like when Nietzsche died

that according to the Law of preserving energy

there remained in the atmosphere five hundred million atoms...

-Shaggy Parasol. -...circling aimlessly above.

And, thereafter, evaporating into the cosmos.

He has enough space there.

If the film were to be of good quality, dear director,

then it will be, that is a thing of which I thought about.

It would only be superficial. It would only hold style.

It would have no content though it would be very attractive.

Because it is important what you experience during it

and that is simply indescribable.

Those are experiences which you only can go through

when you are dying or are being born.

Because when I am asked what I remember of it

believe me that I only remember total silence.

I know that. But I do not know

whether that silence lasted thirty seconds or ten minutes.

Life kind of stopped and in that moment one seemed absent.

Only something was happening to you.

That is the first thing you could not grasp from the outside

even if it was as obvious as in an action film and, secondly,

and I think crucially, that you realise what is FEAR -

which, though, stays with you for the rest of your life.

Like... are you listening to what I am saying?

Very much so, to every word.

That's a different kind of fear, not a fear

of being scared to be in such a situation I ended up in.

It's a fear which sticks to you when you walk into a street.

I never looked behind me waiting at a junction for the lights.

When I waited for the metro I used to stand by the safety line

which I simply don't do any more. Without even thinking.

That, you understand, simply overwhelms you.

I'll say something silly. You seem to me like a brave M.P..

Maybe you even are.

Orphan Castle. Oyster Mushroom.

From the moment it happened something changed in Czecho.

When I saw your head and saw something I could not touch,

it seemed to me that it was symbolic,

not that you were a symbol or a hero, you understand,

but that something happened and you were a part of it.

Do you understand...

Now you are tinged by it and clearly cannot back out.

You have to express yourself in that sense.

Get involved in certain things.

In relation to ethnic minorities in Parliament, you understand.

Hang on! I became entangled in this even before that.

It's laughable that you receive a kick from fate

which strengthens what you say.

As long as you don't start talking nonsense.

Are you trying to say that my opinion will be more respected?

Yes, because you know something of that horror.

That's not true. From my own experience I can tell you that

I have more often come across the view, or a variety of views,

that, in fact, I am a black swine like those

that I defend. I talk crap. Haven't I had enough?

We are all black swine. I am also a black swine.

Well, you said that nicely. That strengthens you.

I am aware that it reduces one's strength but

ultimately, as a consequence, it makes you more powerful.

I think, though, that would be the worst outcome,

sorry that I am opposing you, as a colleague I beg to differ-

that would be the worst thing that could happen because

I would become someone who is doing something just for effect.

No, that cannot possibly happen to you. We are just diluting it.

That yourself, that you are capable even of talking about it.

If I was convinced that

because of this I had more respect thafll be dangerous.

I would take on a role. Well, you know this as a director.

-I have spoiled your plan. -No.

A person gets a helping hand from fate in a horrific manner,

boost - downer in a way, something a person wouldn't wish.

I have to admit that it did not really strengthen me.

I told you a moment ago that, to the contrary, my fears increased.

Not the kind of fear which would stop me being a politician

avoiding touchy subjects, but gave me an unknown fear.

Avoiding touchy subjects, but gave me an unknown fear.

Fear from every hour which I spend in an environment

where I don't know what is going to happen.

You think that gives strength? No.

Yes, because it gives us a kick up the backside.

-I sometimes bellowed in fear. -You bellowed in fear?

Yes, until one gets totally rid of it like, or nearly,

because a person does not ever get rid of it absolutely.

The organism strengthens. Unless one has a total breakdown.

It's ever a thin line between the nut-house and the street.

That dog has been crossed with a sausage dog, thus has short legs.

And every one of our politicians do not reach even his knees.

I said that in a live broadcast, but firstly asked if it was live.

When they affirmed I said this. Then there was a minute silence.

-This was on the State TV? -No, it was commercial NOVA.

NOVA with its Director Zelezny. Zelezny. He throws the javelin.

He introduced me his bodyguards.

In no idiotic American soap did I see someone

introducing you to six foot heavies who stand beside him.

That's democracy.

-That is People's Democracy. -Intros to heavies is democracy.

There is greatest censorship in late-night erotic programmes.

-They crossed out my dick. -Sweetie, feel my dick.

Wait, you agree to your brother doing such things?

Does it because of money. Has an evil wife.

She needs him to bring in at least twenty thousand a month.

Nobody would get me to do it.

-Got the Literary paper here... -We'll put this on film.

Fool, fool, fool...

...the Literary Newspaper from the week that Ivan Divié died.

And here are his verses about rising from the dead and

if timed him 1, 2, 3 months ago, talked to him about this.

All the time he babbled on 'bout some Dillinger from Brno.

'E said he was a murderer and a gangster.

In that very newspaper it says- Karel, look at it -

graphic designer Petr Dillinger.

And here it is written that he died 45 years ago

and did wood carvings for "Grannie",

isn't that strange that that very day I read about them.

Grandad orally, granma anally.

First opera was for the nation. Composed in the pre-war Republic

where Lukeé tried to create some committed art.

This opera ends in a tragi-comic fashion,

in fact it presents the incompetence of our acrobats.

This is, so, as on to the stage of the National Theatre

lands one of the flyers as a piece of frazzled bacon.

Lukeé, by the way, composed 38 operas.

Shortened essay by Petr Rezek - HOOF.

That is reality.

That is a model according to reality,

a piece of art.

And a piece of art causes

the creation of a new reality -

a shoe.

Probably placed the little peg badly, I forget sometimes.

Shaggy Mane.

...and thus a created new reality

which I can put on my foot.

When the Germans came he tried again to be loyal in some way.

But that loyalty of his always proved the proverb was apt:

Do favours for the devil and hell will reward you.

In front of the hospital in Louny,

where in the winter of 44 he worked as a doctor

an ambulance (which was in the service of the Gestapo), crashed.

It ran over some SA doctor bloke, by name of Kaiser,

well-known locally as an active fascist.

This German broke many bones

and was unlucky the hospital had a shortage of bandages

and Lukeé didn't notice breakages deep in the pelvis,

so, the German died of embolism and

there were efforts to turn Lukeé into an outcast,

an anti-German Czech saboteur, as they used to say, and

eventually ended up on a psychiatric ward

under Professor Mysliveéek in Prague and,

thus, this Mysliveéek really put his neck on the line

and saved Lukeé from a catastrophe.

You know what gives us extra strength:

when voluntarily you do something you're afraid of.

And that is the case when you were in opposition.

Like during the previous political era.

You know what was most horrifying? To say the first NO!

To refuse something.

To choose to cross the road with a red light.

On the basis of that voluntary NO, then all the following NOs

are terribly unimportant and come about much more easily.

This surely was not a voluntary decision on my part,

that what happened to me happened.

During May 1968

people collected gold to put up statues of Masaryk

and for the Czech Republics' gold reserves...

We gave gold, a golden necklace and then got our gander up...

If you consider that year 89, only four months later people

were arguing over property. That is also a basic difference.

There's also a big difference in that mystical quality of Dubéek.

Lots of people make fun of him but I, who saw him from close up

and talked to him, know that he was a great mystic.

And that he was, so, terribly dumb because he was so internal

which lots of people did not realise...

I knew him very personally,

I used to visit him frequently in Slovakia...

...there is another such slapstick in Czecho.

We had another such a crazy President

and he ended up likewise wretchedly.

That was Edvard Beneé. If you ever heard him squeal...

-That voice pitch... -In history one can sense

that dependence that Masaryk had on Beneé. How much he needed him.

Because he saw his qualities

as a human being.

He worked with good and bad means, but correctly.

So, Beneé seems in the eyes of some people as partly a rogue.

But he foresaw the future which is a mystery to me.

I dislike those who do it sensibly and emotionally

which is why I don't like the theatre which depends on emotion.

Actors usually don't keep a distance.

But Beneé, and Dubéek, had the quality of the actor O. Novy.

You gawp what nonsense they talk and you feel good.

Because something good is happening there.

That is very deep. Those are really strange things.

Although, some can interpret it quite the other way round and

talk about it as totally nonsensical acts,

as badly managed events.

Doctor Jan Lukeé who was born in 1912

was a doctor, a dermatologist, a psychiatrist,

a linguist and poet, a mathematician and a chemist.

His frequent stage experiments with various explosives

relate to his original interest in chemistry.

Kfivoklét Castle. Yellow-tipped Coral.

...and a calligrapher he was. Or ties it with VéchaFs book cult.

He invented altogether 16 artificial languages,

and worked into a proper form, like Esperanto, two of them.

And worked into a proper form, like Esperanto, two of them.

In order to communicate with his wife,

who was called Dahoriane and came from another planet

landing in a space-ship near his cottage near Solopysky,

he invented a language, so, that he could talk to her.

Yes, he was also a fiction writer.

His greatest deviation from norm, though, was his music.

And his requiem which he composed. It's not mystification.

Somewhere he writes that when he comes before his final judgement

he will have the score of his Requiem under his arm.

That is the important deviation which liberates the most and

increases the distance from mediocrity and the average

in which he felt, so, uncomfortable and incapable,

and it was that very centre in which:

Do favour for the devil and he will reward you.

Ré bi Castle. Pigskin Poison Puffball.

Well, after the war it all carried on

with Lukeé unleashing a humorous movement

with the publication "My Freedom"

and called Paxism. But the joke was misunderstood,

he was arrested in 1946 by the Secret Police

and taken to the nut-house spending four months there

and becoming professionally disqualified.

At the onset of the Fifties he tried a return to medicine

but it was no longer possible.

Here we are in Litomyél, here is Stakhanovite of Jan Lukeé,

composer MrNusék, poet Petr Kréfl...

Opera "Stakhanovite" you have to say.

That had to be for him a great project.

It's only a prologue, and a first and second part,

so, the whole had to be much thicker, God knows,

ifs perhaps only a half and it's a piano score in fact.

No, not a piano score, ifs a kind of an outline.

Everything is there. Even the weather and the nation's history.

-Are we filming it? -Let the overture begin.

The tuba has kind of B, but starts otherwise in a clean C...

He even has instrumental notes here.

That is ceremonial overture...

You know, he seems to me like

a cross between Smetana and Dobiéé, indeed!

It depends in what year he did this.

-Did he create it before Dobiéé? -Didn't Dobiéé steal it?

We'll get started on the first Act.

Well, here is something to get teeth into,

there the jungle begins

into which I don't dare to venture into.

I like the overture as it's dedicated to victors.

Ceremonial overture for the Police choirs.

So, the Police were supposed to sing in choirs.

And the Secret Police hidden in the orchestra, they only hum.

Definitely, that overture is some kind of march and

as one can see isn't quite finished

in places, a certain indication.

And now in unison the chorus, smoothly into it,

here it ends with something extremely unusual...

No, it isn't unusual only written strangely

and suddenly they begin to sing: Glory be to Marx and Engels,

Lenin, Stalin.

Fathers of the working class...

Now accompaniment, jumps lower, a very modern approach isn't it,

and now the text...

Thus, gave wisdom to the world, which is above all wisdom.

-Music thus... -Cascade-like.

Like the SS man, who was asked at the Nuremberg trial

why he did not hang the three- year old little girl in the camp.

"| have children, I couldn't do it." "Were you punished?"

"Nothing happened to me, somebody else carried it out."

Same, one could refuse to oo- operate with the Secret Police.

One could have said |won't do it, I can't do it

but a fair majority of people accepted it.

Read it, makes pleasant reading.

We shall calm ourselves, my butt is wet from the sand.

After the overture, before the actual Act starts

-there is the dedication. -Kare|,

you have to film that.

Lukeé thought every opera should be dedicated to a woman.

Indeed, Lukeé did great things in that opera.

He wrote the 4th and 5th Acts of 'The Bartered Bride'.

He got rid of Smetands happy-end.

He brings the Micha clan towards catastrophe. But in the end

Smetana's happy-end wins anyway.

Mafenka as the Carmelite convent Lady Superior who,

when at the end of her tether,

Jenik instead of Jesus appears to her

and this Jenik takes her off into that initial Smetana eden.

When Luke§s mother dies he loses the will to live,

a hand-to-mouth existence in that flat until 70,

himself rings the loony-bin to pick him up because

he claims that the s have multiplied,

so, much that he cannot exist there any more and really

when the flat is opened up a massive swarm of moths escape

having eaten all the bedding,

and because he tries to wash windows with acetone,

light was created as in an eclipse,

thus being left only with artificial light.

Then he was taken off to the mad-house where he died in 77.

Well, and to that tragic life he added a nice thought -

some operas and some lives are, so, tragic

that they are best left unfinished.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and around a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons, and there must I day and night be of help

enslaved in Police-slavery be.

Enslaved in Police-slavery be.

Charter 77, the grey zone and you...

The conditions under the previous regime were very tough.

They were hard for me since 48

when I wrote: Litera scripta manet -

I wrote of the Soviet Union as a fascist set-up

which has nothing in common with Marxism and Socialism

and that it has to be removed by a new revolution.

I was 18 at the time, so, I could not imagine anything else

but a new Trockyist revolution.

From that time I have repeated it a hundred times and

I have not spent those times in clover,

through the Fifties, through the Sixties.

I must be one of the oldest dissidents, illegal since 48.

-Kombucha. Kunétice mountain. -The Secret police and you.

I have the impression that all who remember those times know

that the Secret Police followed all who were non-conformists,

which meant thousands of people.

What they put down in their materials,

they were things nobody controlled.

There they could write what they wanted.

What was found, let's say, later in the archives

is a question of how much those materials can be relied upon.

The Secret Police had interest in as many informers as possible.

They created false documentation and

to son them out is the role of historians, not mine.

That contact with the Secret Police visiting,

spying was common to all those non-conformists,

particularly after 68, and you can ask anybody.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and around a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons, and there must I day and night

be of help enslaved in Police-slavery be.

Be of help enslaved in Police-slavery be.

But some people claim that they are completely clean...

The one who did not get involved remained all clean.

These involved people for one reason or another,

and were simply the majority, did it for profit or out of fear.

Then there were people who became involved against

and there were people who played it both ways.

Those who privately claimed that they are anti-communists and,

at the same time, drank in the State trough,

or if they were in the Arts then they did very dirty work

because they created, for good money, a fig-leaf for the regime

showing that there is a cultural and free life.

Of those there were many, it was a so-called grey zone.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and around a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons, and there must I day and night

be of help enslaved in Police-slavery be.

Be of help enslaved in Police-slavery be.

The grey zone finished with Havel. There they concentrated.

There he organised banquets for them. In his flat.

And when I had to show up, or people like me,

to make a show out of politesse,

then by hook and crook we kept at

arms length from those members of the grey zone,

and after fulfilling societal niceties we quickly departed.

I talked with your wife and said that you want to.

Otherwise, I would not start to talk about it in any way.

Well, don't like talking about it.

I'm peeved with myself that they got the signature out of me,

loathe those times and hate it even today, and that's it!

Won't talk about it, because...

It wouldn't be for one talk but for a whole long feature film.

How those pincers look like that they got the signature from you?

Because some pinoers there must have been.

Well, of course, there were pincers.

Surely, don't say that two gentlemen came along... well...

No, that's not how it was, of course.

Well, they invite you for interrogation,

put right in front of you a charge, hooliganism,

defamation of the Head of State, about four Articles there were.

I was young, stupid twenty-two year old kid. That's hard.

You want to make me seem... There are two possibilities.

Either you make me look an ass who allows scars to be drawn.

The hate-mail came - you had it done at the Film Studios anyway.

It's actually happening. Well, they were awful letters.

Or you want me, and admit it, that you're such a wag that

it'll be a sort of psycho- theatre where you want to create

an atmosphere, so, you get the upper hand.

In order to cut into me. But I won't let that happen.

Notice that you don't feel that bad 'til now.

In the moment when you start to paint a scar over my face

-you are reaching into my soul... -I am asking your permission.

Would you scar me on my hand perhaps?

It's my film. Do it dear make-up artist.

On the hand, you can even do it on mine.

First on this hand...

At least I'll know how it's clone.

Wouldn't it be easier to out me?

Castle. Clouded Aggric.

As Villon knifes him I said to myself - "Man,

I need it like in the pictures blood seeping from the mouth."

Nobody knew how to do it and in Brno we ran into

a friend of Bolek Polivka, Mr. Pecha, and he said: buy a condom,

fill it up with red-dye used in the processing industry.

That sack used for sperms, tie it well, snip it and

-put in the mouth... -Czech dye processing.

...then you bite and it works. I have two grand memories of that.

First, I asked the lady producer if she'd go and buy some condoms

First, I asked the lady producer if she'd go and buy some condoms

and she says - how many? I ask, how many times do you repeat

and she said 150 times, so, I said go and buy 200 condoms.

She goes into the chemists and asks the sales-lady for condoms,

how many she retorts, two hundred says she.

The girls' eyes bulged and sold it to her,

and the production woman says, hang on, I need a receipt.

And the other one where an actor nearly died because of it.

Because he breathed the dye in, after the twenty-fifth take,

well, the natural dye basically affected his bronchial tubes and

he started to croak something rotten on that stage,

and we all sat and commented: Christ, he's brilliant

how he's feigning his death, and he really was dying.

Now we can wash it off. Come over here please...

Great, you weren't listening to me in the slightest.

I was listening.

And that's how I looked.

It was terrible. When I got to the Parliament reception

I was shaking all over, I had this shawl which was all red

and I said: "lads, I need something to drink."

Before I had a sip of the mineral-water it was blood-red.

What does it prove?

You used that Czech processing dye on me...

Yeah, and I kept that for luck. It's from my daughter.

How does it look - right beside the kisser-

it's interesting, seems as if my nose is all huge...

-Almost gothic. -I now look...

My wife sometimes says that I look like a half-crazed Arab.

Well, ifs pretty unique.

I've got one 36 year old Sara and swear that

squabbles notwithstanding

and even with stand-up battles and fist fights

I'll stay with her until the end. And let it last twice as long.

My brother keeps switching his women too much.

The first one from the bridge, second under the train,

third out the window, the 4th went for KniZék.

It's not worth getting divorced. It's better not getting married.

That's what our dad said, lads don't bother. He was happy

in his marriage which lasted over fifty years.

No point in kicking a dog. Anyone can do that.

The thing is to rescue it and care for it until the end.

Velhartice. Common Scaber Stalk.

Cain and Abel. Now you're Abel because your brother has left.

-Now I am Cain and Abel. -Why did he leave?

Took of fence. The millionaire felt slighted

that the dog is barred. Maybe he related that to himself.

Pity. To have such wealth, I'd do good deeds.

Christian charity to have such money.

Brother isn't charitable? -No.

When I pressed him to give some money to the dog-shelter,

then true enough he did. Sent them a thousand crowns.

Well, I am a real poor man but I parted with a bit more.

But you're a famous pauper.

Fame does not buy you anything but some dosh has remained...

This dog is very valuable, they got twenty thousand for him.

-There are wasps here. -I have a theory that

people either cling to fate or to their inner-self.

And that fate is by and large pre-determined.

A number of causes and consequences are determined,

and if you hang (on the other hand) to your inner-self,

then you can bring in moments that aren't pre-ordained.

And disturb the determinism.

You draw erotic pictures and he takes erotic photographs.

You have an inner-self and you have the will to hang on to it

and, thus, it's the only will which you can show.

You let go, you enter the fate, you hang on, you enter the self.

You're simply talking about intuition.

-Nothing else but intuition. -And will.

No. Intuition gets you inside for the truth.

-That's also a word for it. -Not just a word, it's the truth.

And without intuition you cannot get there.

How can you reach the inner-self if you don't have it.

In the first place, you have to know what the inner-self is,

how to reach it. That's intuition in fact.

In the Lucerna hall recently I gave a talk and

the question was: has a being free will?

Free will comes with free spirit. His will along with God's will.

But if one has karma-like commitments, VASAN,

then cannot have free will. In other words,

has and hasn't free will, his will is basically God's will but

in a human being is clouded by need and, thereby, is not free.

If he hangs on to that rope which is really his inner-self,

then is hanging on to God.

-That's right. -To hang on to the inner-self.

When you talk about intuition.

Intuition is, in fact, the inner. What else can it be?

It's the truth sent out of the inner-self.

-Intellect is from the outside. -That's nice, you use it.

That's why your content is that little bit different then...

When someone makes a mistake in one's life, is a police nark,

and in the meantime creates beautiful music -

what's happening?

In that music he's almost perfect but in life - awful...

I say that one follows a path which is given when one is born,

a line which leads to one's liberation but,

perhaps, leans to the left, makes that mistake but,

again, comes closer with that music or some creativity.

You know, art is a way towards the middle and

one day it happens that one is united with that centre,

or if not, is rapped over the knuckles, pays penance.

Well, if he makes a mistake as an advanced human being

who is hanging on to that inner rope,

then that person is rapped right away. It's a karma levelling out.

When it's a person who's strayed a lot from that central path

then he is not rapped right away. That is why people say:

how is it possible that I, who is such a good person

and who tries to do lots of good, remains persecuted by fate.

The thing is that he won't be full of good deeds either.

But the one who is a long way apart,

he can be capable of lots of misdeeds and stay unpunished.

There is a koén in the Bible:

who does harm, keeps harming further.

And there is also, who reeks - reeks further.

There's a joke for this.

As a stater falls from the 24th floor he keeps saying,

ifs still all right, and keeps repeating it.

And that is the one who is not advanced very much.

It takes a long time. Of course, he hits the ground.

When one has not advanced much then the karma alternates.

It comes in the next life, because all situations

repeat themselves mirror-like until total extinction.

The one who does harm today will also do harm in the next lives

and people will wonder that such a rogue does such damage.

And nothing happens to him. Why, where is God Almighty'?

But suddenly it comes and he doesn't know why.

And there's another koén in the Bible -

And there's another koén in the Bible -

I'm not a believer of the Bible but I respect the worthy bits.

There's a koén: struck blind doesn't know what he suffers for.

I watched films of your lectures in the Lucerna hall.

But I was horrified how much you pressed to the bone.

Listener should have a release of joy, they are terrified.

They are wound up. They have to think. It's working within them.

Maybe they start thinking when they get home.

In Luoerna they sit and pursue the philosophy, the truth,

and don't swallow it right away. A few might but not the majority.

Are you sure that's how it is.

The good effect can come straight away in everyone.

I saw a few completely falling apart.

Proof is in the number of letters.

Their gratitude for what they experienced.

But a teacher who has not experienced it should not teach.

The main thing is to produce the atmosphere

in order that the people get caught by it.

They can read the words in any common spiritual book.

When I walk to the stage, although

it will sound a little shallow,

I say to myself: Dear God, help me and here we go.

And I never prepare for it. I let the inner-self speak,

hang on to the rope as you put it, let the inner speak.

And I respond to any spiritual question.

If somebody asks whether they should get divorced, get married

or build a summer-house I refuse to answer such a question.

As I say, I don't have the software for it.

You are getting inside with the help of that intuition,

but your intuition is moreover double-edged.

Don't film it. I will put it to you bluntly.

But that inside, well if I say Dear God help and here we go,

and even more accurate would be Dear God let's go.

Whom should He help? Himself'? Don't need it. Me? Don't need it.

Dear God let's go and I go with that, that divinity. Yes.

The divinity is indeed in unity.

The unity will answer the moment when the question is put.

Well, you move as you should, say what you mean.

No, I don't say it. It is said as it should be.

I only lend as a person my voice or hearing and so on.

What someone says the BIG EAR hears it.

Not I. That BIG EAR hears it.

Can you also say that you are looking through this?

You mean through the heart?

Well, here those people work it when they can.

The internals, they sit there and seem to feel it.

They really feel it but they are on various levels, so,

they have different reactions.

The advanced are wholly clean like, as if they're shining.

And if they're not advanced then it somehow nudges them along.

I always hope that it also goes into the subconscious...

They even carry babies there and seemingly it stays in them.

I thought I don't need to film, enough I project them in my mind.

20 years I wasn't allowed to make films and I always felt busy.

You are doing something with God's help.

What if you let God work a bit more and you work less.

Well, of course. I try to do that all the time.

Maybe from now on you will work even better.

Storks have transmitters which have a radius often kilometres.

Now, we hear the young ones. Old birds are not present.

We shall look what the young ones are doing.

They are atop the nest.

In 1995 we tagged 3 black storks.

They were called Christine, Victor and Suzanne.

Christine flew to western Africa as far as Senegal,

Victor to Chad and Suzanne to eastern Ethiopia.

The three storks returned safe and sound

and the following year we gave Christine and Suzanne new packs.

Victor got himself lost.

I get depressed because of this. That one dreams that

-lots more can be improved... -We also say this to ourselves.

We are aware that people are full of negativity

-that one can't overcome it. -I don't say it anymore.

I leave it in God's hands.

If All could do everything, All would be done faster.

But it's somehow related to the matter.

But all is in the mind, even the matter.

It's all indeed It. Nothing else than that clean,

as Buddha said, original thought. And that is All.

That 'phone, that tomato, everything,

that cat there, it's all It. From It with a capital I.

There is nothing else, we have to reach this vital thought

in order to comprehend the meaning and purpose of it all.

-It may seem to us... -Have some, Mr.Oameraman!

...that it goes slowly. Why'? Because our lives are short.

We live, so, short a time that it seems slow to us.

But if we comprehend that the cosmos is billions of years old.

Do you know how long the universe lasts?

It's one Brahm year. What is one Brahm year'?

Imagine a marble cube one kilometre long at its side.

Kilometre by kilometre.

Alongside the cube flies a small bird, say, a swallow

or yogi in an ochre cloak.

And as the swallow touches the cube

with its feather

and the cube is wiped off the face of the Earth,

then that is one Brahm year. So, there's enough time.

God Almighty has lots of it. Time eternal.

We should take it on board in order not to hurry, so, much.

I know, but I always seem to myself like a tube

through which It is meant to go and would wish to be

a very wide tube, so, that it all could happen.

-What is Czech in all this? -Czech?

It's all Czech. It's universal too.

It seems to me that everyone is coming from different directions

and that the language we speak, the way of using concepts,

always enables us to take a different path, alternative ways.

I like that. That there exists also the Czech way.

Because mankind is a kaleidoscope of people.

Chateau at Hluboké. Bitter Bolete.

So, it must be a little different for everyone.

That Indian won't understand our religion or Christianity,

like a Christian will find it hard to understand Indians.

Some elements are still relevant to me.

What is typically catholic?

What is typically catholic?

The liturgy, symbolism, that mystical tradition, and, so, on.

That's one side. And then there is the hierarchical structure

and that massive organisation, that powerful wealthy church

and that wasn't my cup of tea.

I'm for the link of the catholic, in the good sense, with freedom

or with a gentlemanly approach having trust in people.

It wasn't there and I tried to do something for it to be there.

But it did not seem to be working out and, in the end,

I was rejected and decided to find a community

where these elements, which are vital to me, are united.

That means tradition and a certain trust and freedom.

Opposite the Petiin labyrinth is the church of Old Catholicism.

-That is your new church. -Yes, you could say that

I went through a labyrinth, via many mirrors, I anchored here.

We followed Suzanne to Ethiopia but we only found her backpack.

-Media is also like a mirror. Because a villager killed her.

So, after the winter of 96/97 only Christine returned.

And apart from her we tagged her present partner called Jacob.

We wanted to tag her young ones too but

when they were five weeks old a hailstorm came and all died.

The hailstones literally beat them to death.

Media knows what it wants

from their readers or listeners or their audience.

Thus, I think that it simply became an affair,

and became well known and I am glad that

I can talk about it sometimes as I think fit.

It would be fine if there were more listeners of this song...

Who goes constantly to the left will find himself on the right,

who goes right all the time ends up on the left,

who goes forward all the time will finds himself at the back,

who goes backwards will be at the front -

because round is the world, round is the world...

Earth is roundlee and cow is Milkee.

Who goes constantly westwards will find himself in the east

and who goes ever eastwards arrives in the west.

Who goes northwards will find himself in the south

and who goes ever south arrives in the north

because round is the Earth, the Earth is round.

Well then, comrade Scythe said:

Comradely greeting sister, you also are an early riser.

Comrade Chirpy answers: You see comrade, I have to every day

as I live, so, far away on the other side of Prague.

And they sing it on such a note.

Comradely greeting sister,

you are also an early riseeeer...

How are you feeling here?

I am feeling OK overall but I have some difficulties

as people keep switching things put them somewhere else

to make it look good here. As a result I cannot find anything.

That's the nub.

They took away my bottle-opener for the beer.

I found the bottle-opener on top of the fridge,

why did they put it there?

It was in their way, weren't it. Terrible people here.

I have sixteen cassettes at home, they wanted me to film EGO.

They thought that I would film

my satisfied well-deserved old-age pension,

how I am making scrambled eggs or how I go and feed the birdies.

I shot EGO and I was interested in things which I came across.

Crazy things. Over-priced medicines, frauds, no shame,

nonsensical heating bills because of their incompetence.

I complained to the Health Min. and I went in with a camera

and in the end we were led out by the guards.

And you shot something about

a school where the students created a revolution.

-I did shoot that. -What use was it?

Worthless. It was for nothing.

It is a long story, there were Secret Policemen in it,

that material was condemned not to see the light of day.

And the reason was that the TV Managing Director

showed himself to be tied up with the Secret Police.

That means that if you cut the documentary

you would use it in a story.

I wanted to.

It's useless.

The story should have been about a higher moral principle.

You're such a wizard that you're pleased the nonsense surfaces.

No, it is nonsense. It is all nonsense dear friends.

-It's your creative joy. -Film up shit-creek...

I don't know what I should talk about. I said: get ready for it.

When I do something I have to be sure that firstly,

secondly, thirdly, fourthly - and where it is all leading.

I cannot improvise like this.

I do not know why you brought me here. Into this misfortune,

I'll ride a horse, look, cowboys are riding, I'll ride a horse.

You yourself have a right to shoot something sensible.

I do not have a right to anything any more.

We are in the hands of lunatics, yep,

irresponsible people make decisions for us.

-I often think that too. -I always think that.

It's nonsense that I am here in the dust,

cowboys, America that's where you've brought me.

When I die...

They're talking to me like an idiot already.

You sent me to the film bosses, you knew it was all shit.

I hope something will come of it.

You hope foolishly, I know that nothing will come of it.

Those people have no interest in it, they didn't even see it.

100s they don't understand it. -That is our tragedy.

That somebody is in charge of something they don't understand.

But here in the Czech lands it is a constant principle, you see.

That is why we are heading for disaster.

Well yes, because those communists and those policemen

renamed their young cadres perhaps as managers.

I cannot think of it now.

They're driving towards destruction.

Now, we will continue - Mr. Hysek and MrStankovié will enter-

That chair is wet.

So, we had the opening scene of the opera "Stakhanovites".

Which is dedicated to MrsGottwald (wife of Pres).

She's pinning gongs on them. I don't know their names.

They have names. Something like Koubek and Gavlas.

Simplas.

BOHEMIA DOCTA (Scholarly Czechs)

Is the third part of the tetralogy "LITTLE CAPITALIST"

is the third part of the tetralogy "LITTLE CAPITALIST"

1.1 NEW HYPERION 2.1 WHAT IS TO BE DONE?

4.: {being completed}

Let's talk about the canteen scene.

They took the bottle-opener, was it in their way?

It wasn't in their way, they're just tidying up.

They want it to be tidy. I will write

here for the table to be left as it is my private property.

In your serial, the Quick Arrows also cleaned up everywhere.

Well yes, but that was a magazine...ha, ha...

We found out that in the High School

in Ceske} Tfebové the Headmaster, Josef Cebié, committed suicide.

All of you who contributed to his death,

and there is no other way of putting it, you are murderers.

Believe us, history will not forgive you.

It is a revolution of suicides in the name of the Civic Forum.

They should show you on TV or you should introduce yourselves,

but we will not forget, you can bet on that...

It's a reaction to what you shot there.

They did not see what I filmed, only that the Headmaster died.

And those communists were convinced that

we drove that noble communist to his death.

You drove him to death...

A bloodthirsty TV director went to the High School. Myself.

Me, Krejfzik, and drove a noble communist to death.

I saw the material, you were only searching for the truth...

What else, those students wrote me a letter and

pleaded for us to intervene to help, begging for help.

Things are moving slowly, many people still don't believe that

their era has definitely gone, that they no longer have power

over the fate of little people. All in all, nothing has changed.

Who's in the CF'. still has the last word, please, help us.

So, off I went when they pleaded. Yes, to help them.

If you please, here it is, Mr.Vachek, it needed

to sit down for half a day and conclude - what to use.

And not use kid-gloves

forgetting the iron-glove.

And what did you, in fact, perpetrate there?

Well, I filmed it as it was. I did not commit anything.

You shot what the Headmaster... tell us what you really filmed.

No, this method I do not accept. Please, I just do not accept it.

I tremble for every frame which goes to waste.

At the time the Headmaster informed on the students.

You are used to - your method is to work with people

who don't have an inkling what they are saying and improvise.

If the two of us agree, then we will express the meaning,

we will express it succinctly.

I'm used to talking concisely, precisely and clearly.

And not bullshit around the subject, then edit

and nonsense comes out of it. Forgive me.

It's haywire in my head. You managed it. Haywire.

Or at least with slogans to describe the affair.

With slogans, that's an idea, that's brilliant.

We will express it with slogans. What slogans?

Well, try it...

Mnvachek, you will drive me to despair.

It's necessary you agree with my doctors, so, I die quickly.

And then this will be of enormous immediate value and

you will say: that madman at last let his noble soul pass on.

Well, ifs beyond me why you do not shoot films...

Some man at the TV station asked me that when they made me wait.

Walking up those stairs is demeaning.

Those stairs devised for external colleagues

to visit the Big Chief, so, they don't forget their place and

that every stair is a step to hopelessness.

To nowhere, for nothing, futile. So, I go in. And he said to me:

well, don't be surprised but they're afraid of you.

And I understand them, yes I do.

Bon appetite, comrades,

don't know about the bad ones, they were perhaps atonal.

-What's up, neighbour... Castle OkoF.

...is the pork tasty?

Is the pork tasty...?

Suddenly switches to gis dur...

Comrade Matey...

Red-capped Stalk.

It's a forlorn battle with the material but music it is -

No pork, I had goose

with ten crowns added on,

albeit it's in F dur and he puts it down

in complex fashion as Eis dur, that's Janééek... in fact...

And he repeats it.

Even the repetition is Janééek like...

I'd still like to get to that speech by Gottwald.

Comrade Pimper is there.

The comrades really have gorgeous names - comrade Matey,

Pimper, Swell, comrade Diligent.

Do you realise who Lukeé is?

Is he a lunatic or is he a great poet?

Castle Klima.

I think, above all, that he is an outsider who

even in his outsiderism is a failure.

Every one of his new works is a failure of an outsider.

Because he would wish to be an outsider at all times,

never wanted to be an artist,

did not want to be a scientist, did not want to be anything but

feels the need, so, he becomes the artist and the scientist.

Do you think he is the Stalinist of the opera?

No way. These things go completely by him.

I take him as a mystificator. As far as the music is concerned.

The impulse came from his literary activities and so forth.

Which in a way are mystifying.

And suddenly it has been shown that it isn't mystifying at all

because, as I see it now, and as MLKlusék puts it,

he struggles with his material in vain.

And really as an artist, scientist and thinker

he fails above all.

So, he didn't succeed with his mystification

nor trying to avoid it.

Yep, but linearally ifs also a note-stave.

Here we could all disperse in various ways...

Careful, Karel don't step on them...

...because firstly we'll film with MrHélek, the composer.

For he will create a composition based on the mushroom he found.

In order that Toméé can still learn to play the composition.

So, where is the Bearded Milk-cap?

I have found a kind which I have made a composition on already...

Fly Agaric. Haéek.

Sometimes I form 2 compositions according to one kind.

Thereby, sit down with the mushroom and compose.

I will try. Right in front of you.

I don't understand anything anymore.

I believe that behind every mushroom is a hidden idea

which is implanted into every type, and

I do it by using all means at my disposal that

I plead for Him to pass on to me and try to learn the idea

I plead for Him to pass on to me and try to learn the idea

behind each mushroom and transform it into music.

When I am under the impression that I should create a film,

I try to listen to myself as I'm aware

that I can't get there just with my mind.

That it is inside. A human being listens to

the heart of being. Do you also have it?

Yes, I do. It's unusual for me as ifs completely original

because, naturally, music should not repeat itself,

in another words when people are born they're completely original

although they speak like their ancestors but they have

a totally different mission.

With mushrooms I think it's also like that.

-That they have a mission. -Yes, a kind of mission.

In practice then you sit down to it, well let's do that.

You mentioned you put your head to the mushroom and hear music.

-Is that so'? -Correct,

but I have to concentrate a little while to hear it.

Those are pine roots which are filled

by symbiotic mushrooms called mycorisms which we collect

and it grows above ground and what's below is unseen.

And that mushroom has symbiosis...

varnished Con k. Toénik Castle.

...with commonly so-called fertile undergrowth.

That means mushrooms are everywhere under ground.

Trees and their roots all over the forest are linked

by fertile undergrowth of these mushrooms,

so trees are able to pass on nutrients, water and,

in effect, communicate.

The whole forest is a continuum linked by this fertile ground.

Zebrék castle. Horse Mushroom.

Our world seems to be linked with mushrooms.

Well, I can imagine that trees grow with roots upside down.

But I have to interpret the scientific results

in order not to falsify my findings.

You did say that when a seed drops the tree

then, somehow, connects it to that system the mushrooms have.

Well, the fertile undergrowth which we don't see

until we dig it up, creates various structures on the roots

which form the mushrooms as well as micro-organisms.

When the seed falls on to the ground and starts to germinate

it links up to the existing net.

Y'see a picture of mycorismic symbiosis of this relationship

whereby that imposing tree can be tied to the little tree

and is really feeding him.

I'm from the Faculty of Natural Sciences and

I am part of the project

having been able to co-operate with a U.S.University, and NASA,

and the aim of the project is to find out

whether it would be possible to use satellite photos

to exactly determine the condition of the forest...

It's stuck there now.

Somebody will have to climb up.

King Bolete.

Director, prepare to save our pliers...

We would have to cut the tree down...

and we'd have science causing all sorts of damage.

To save going into the terrain

to detect the actual state of the forest.

Best really to pull the pliers along the trunk...

The volume of information is horrifying and scientists

ask philosophers to condense. But I have the impression that

philosophy has blown this chance by now.

It's that cosmos, NASA, in a well in Vysoéina...

-Your little picture... -It's at your disposal.

The picture will just dissolve that teeny bit

like our M.P. Dostél dissolved before we put him into the bulb.

It is urgent today to begin with Natural Sciences and Mathematics.

That's the basis of knowledge at the end of the twentieth century.

And ifs splendid when a mathematician,

physicist, chemist or simply a natural scientist,

a biologist has greater and greater desire during his life

-to engage in wider problems... -T;'/|"'ov Castle.

...which do not involve only his own discipline.

You are the President of the Academy of Sciences.

Rudolf Zahradnik. -Fly Agaric.

As long as you do not call me prima ballerina or Mr. President

then everything will be fine.

So don't get confused - there is also Bishop Zahradnik here.

In Finland they did something smart.

At a time when their economy was in a state of torpor

they didn't go and say: we'll cut the arts,

we'll cut the sciences, quite the reverse they funded science,

gave it a massive boost and 3 years having gone by Finland

has one of the biggest GNP's in the whole of Scandinavia.

Which is a great success which seemed unimaginable.

Unfortunately, we don't have the guts at a time of lame successes,

or even obvious economic failures,

to make at least a little impression on the world

through hi-tech manufacturing which corresponds to the end

of the 20th century and does not destroy the environment.

For that you need a great mass of people whose brains are tops

and their education wide-ranging and thorough.

To this end it's necessary to challenge the Czech population.

I regret that the situation has arisen

when a respected politician cannot dare to say openly

on TV, in the newspapers or on the radio:

dear citizens, do not be angry at me but one must not lie.

One must not steal. In the modern world it's called tunnelling.

Frauds are out of the question and I'm telling you -

those who engage in this will be caught by the Police,

investigated, given over to the courts and condemned.

But the notion that it'd be on to begin by studying philosophy

and here and then catch up on knowledge...

The method of collecting branches varies. It is possible

to use a small calibre gun or these kind of pliers.

Plant physiologist Doctor Albrechtové

and microbiologist Doctor Vosétka.

...and I pull now and the branch falls down.

We have got hold of one branch from the top of the tree

and we can observe how the buds look.

We see how the buds look cut open.

We have out them with a razor.

Well, it's a similar story these days with scientists and artists.

The time when an artist had to have a wide hat,

a cape and a shawl around his neck as well as the time

when scientists were forgetting umbrellas on trams has,

in my view, gone.

Here the left bud you see is beautifully green

whereas this one is brown. And this very much shows us

whereas this one is brown. And this very much shows us

whether the netting in the buds is healthy or dying off.

The ratio between the healthy ones and the aborted ones

tells us about the vitality of the trees.

A colour on a NASA print can tell us the health of the buds.

Apart from other things.

-So, ifs a finished composition. -Yes,

ifs a finished piece for violin solo.

It is created according to the Pink-fringed Milky.

It's a twin of another Milk-cap which grows under birches...

Véolav Hélek has composed a piece

and Toméé Vejvoda, a violinist, will now play it.

Yes. Well, it's a one line for the violin solo.

It is a short composition based on the Woolly Milk-cap.

I am pretty uneasy when I know

that inside the camera is an Eastman 35 colour film

and the money it costs and eventually it will be cutout,

thrown away and money down the drain.

I saw when Forman was here with that Amadeus

he managed to get through 5000 metres daily. That's incredible.

I went to have a look from the start at 8 o'clock

and stayed for the whole shift until the end.

Then I saw it in projection. My friends, it was brilliant.

If I did something like that I'd be in the nick already,

and incredibly the actors worked like the clappers.

He didn't take time over a detail, half a detail... just ran it.

Whole, half a whole, detail, big detail and then the reverse.

Out of 8000 Romanies who lived in Czech lands before the war

less than a tenth returned.

Half of those people imprisoned in Lety and Hodoninek

were transported to concentration camps.

A part in this played Protectorate offices,

uniformed and plain-clothes police,

not Czech but Protectorate Police, criminal institutions

in which mainly ethnic Czechs worked, but also Germans.

They were criminal orgs. and, as such, declared by the Beneé govt.

And we have nothing to solve or to apologise for.

Only that after the war we did not punish those people properly.

-And we didn't punish them. -Well, we should not expel them.

-He's talking about institutions. -I am talking about those Czechs

who acted against the Romanies those should have been punished.

I'd like to bring in Ivan. About something completely different.

He told me a story about how in the 50's Romanies were moved

in locked carriages from Slovakia like merchandise.

It wasn't from Slovakia but from the Hungarian-Romanian border

and, specifically, concerned building workers.

After nationalisation my father had to go and work

in a different county from where he used to have his shop,

he worked as a clerical worker on the construction of Fléje.

He was a warehouseman who had to take in all kinds of goods.

One day he received notification to pick up workers

at the railway station and asked how many. They answered:

nobody knows as they are sealed inside the carriages and

their number will be ascertained from the delivery note.

So, that was the way. They were found accommodation

in Fléje village where the Germans had been deported from.

The dam had just begun to be built.

Of course, the workers who came went in all directions

having got hold of some cattle and wagons and left.

Mostly probably to Germany. But I am just giving an example

how the Romany ethnic minority was treated after the war.

And not only after the war. I also have information that

during the normal communist times in the Czech lands

when they were at a loss near Varnsdorf,

the local Council Chairman got hold of cattle-trucks

and sent local Romanies to Slovakia as if back home.

Sorry to butt in. If you see it in this context then

you still think that it is completely a marginal problem...

You don't listen what others are saying.

Nobody said that this is secondary.

But they are no more important than the things you mention.

But the question is what is really important.

You cannot underestimate anything that was part

of the existence of the society at that time.

We are the carriers of the past as well as the future.

What Dejmal is saying, what Uhl is saying, what you are saying,

what Polék is saying, what Jana says, is of one context.

Although the justice system is up the spout

I don't want to suggest it is unimportant.

It is of the same importance as to what you are saying

or that Polék looks at it from his anarchistic angle.

It was claimed here that it is being artificially politicised.

It was being politicised in Parliament, wasn't it?

The wall in Usti is being politicised, damn it!

The thing is whether people accept the politicisation,

play the political game with them

or we send them up the creek and sort it as we think fit.

The President gives clemency and it becomes fucking politicised.

He will never swallow the fact that

the State isn't the one that governs but the one that serves.

The citizen is the client.

One dead State Minister but no cop goes to jail...

I say we always magnify those shits, they are damn yellow.

I worked at the Interior for over a year.

So, I know what cowards they are and when you bare your teeth

they shit in their pants.

Big whole, smaller whole, half a whole, detail, half a detail...

And those actors ticked over like a Swiss watch.

But there are dissidents who drank out of the trough

because they started to enjoy power.

Even if they gave me three times the material I couldn't use it.

Dear Ruml just began to play the political game

instead of being an official. And let Secret Police agents

work for the Interior instead of sticking to his task.

Even if they shot me up that's the risk, fuck, well isn't it?

It is easy to join something

but responsibility is that I may get a kicking as a result.

I may have qualms about Havel, but he is the President who is

authorised to pardon, we can have varied views on this but

he takes it by the horn, makes a decision and risks being accused.

It's like he asks for another small attentat.

I'll put on a shirt which is hanging up there.

You know what's what, I'm rather clumsy.

Well, MrFoglar, let's dress!

Let's not get it creased. Put the other arm in.

I got the shirts made, so, I didn't have to button them.

Jan's Castle.

"Graduation in November" should have been the name of the film.

Students wrote me several letters.

Students wrote me several letters.

Help us, help us - please.

For me to visit Ceské Tfebové, the High School, students.

The scull is made of plaster and can be bought for 340 crowns.

The Stalinist Headmaster persecuted them there.

MrStanislav Penc. I wanted him to be here but he didn't come,

he doesn't wish being seen by the Police.

Andre j Stankovif: told us that they've beaten Mr. Penc up twice,

so they might do it a third time.

I think I understand that.

The explanation is that he is like a square peg

in a round hole as far as their idea of a solid citizen.

Simply in their eyes he is not a decent citizen.

If he was decent, firstly, he wouldn't be in a pub

with an Indian who looks like a Gypsy, wouldn't have long hair,

and, secondly, wouldn't walk down a street with some Romany.

Decent people just don't do this and, therefore, it's necessary

to find out his identity and if he objects and asks why,

then he'll get a walloping.

That's the norm and has nothing in common

with our lives in supposedly democratic times and

that prior there was some undemocratic regime here.

It's a Police stereotype which we haven't coped with.

In Germany they have managed to a large extent to overcome this

thanks to the post-war trauma.

To a lesser extent they have coped in Italy or Spain.

They gave him a hiding not because he is Stanislav Penc

but because he's like a hippy and further what makes it worse

that he behaves with confidence. Doesn't run away, doesn't hide,

and acts like a decent citizen.

Thus, he sorely irritates the beat Policeman and

gets a bigger hiding than the ordinary long-hair.

I also have experience of being an irritant for them.

He is known in the media, the Policemen know him,

is on the skins' blacklist like Petr Uhl used to be with others.

Therefore, I wouldn't lighten the fact

that Policemen don't know who they've beaten.

And they made the revolution.

I think what a beautiful film it could be. I understood that

it could be like the "Higher Principle" that I made earlier.

I thought I'll take a recorder and record what they're saying.

But that's nonsense - we'll take a camera.

I wanted the TV with us -

they said that Krejéik has gone nuts, bonkers.

Doesn't have even a script and already wants a camera.

I'd be quite interested who is unacceptable for the Police,

what an acceptable or an unacceptable person looks like,

and where can you find an acceptable

or an unacceptable person.

Because all this happened in various situations.

It is not about Standa nor anybody well known.

It's about the attitudes people from the State apparatus.

For whom is the Police here for?

In that lies the crux of the problem.

-I want to put the tie on now. -Hang on, I'll give you the tie

but you have to tie it yourself.

-Do you want a mirror? -No, I know by heart!

Well, I am curious to see.

I have done this all my life, one, two, three...

It was an interesting tale

how sixteen seventeen year olds made a velvet revolution.

But they were sincere. Truly. Those things appeared later.

So, I filmed it.

Then the TV producer, MrSmetana, a communist, came and said:

what are you doing here, you are putting them in the stocks.

I putting them in the stocks'? They managed to do it themselves.

I pondered that if I drove this person to death in half a day,

perhaps I could persecute a few more communists,

that would be a meritable act if it succeeded.

That I possess such a terrifying magical power.

But I realised that when I kissed and embraced

someone he died soon afterwards.

Imagine, he died.

Like the Director of the Film Studios, Guntler.

I embraced him and he left for Yugoslavia, a disaster followed,

I hadn't an inkling, suddenly at night someone is at the door,

and I go and open up and the Director is there and says:

"| am in a hurry, I have no time.

But you can rely on me, I'll put those things right."

Later I realised it happened at half past two in the morning

and the guy died at the same time.

The accident happened near Zagreb.

It was his ghost and bad conscience which made him say:

"I'll put it right, rely on me." Then hurried away.

In that mo' he was already dead.

We've gone completely astray. The tie is much too short.

We'll start again MrFoglar, can't be helped.

I would help you but I don't know how. Wait, now.

It's meant sincerely and grapho-manically.

M r. Borecky, have you found that...

It's meant sincerely and grapho-manically because

he somehow felt sub-consciously that he shouldn't be an artist.

That's why he turned to music in which his ability was poorest.

In order to have the most difficult hurdles.

Like Péguy said: human is the only living creature in Nature

who puts hurdles in front of his own making.

How many instruments were there, did he not enrich the orchestra?

With a full score of which only the torso of the opera "Weekend"

has survived.

It's a classical instrumentation, or did he add a few?

There is another Stalinist opera for individual instruments.

He wrote 36 operas, 13 symphonies and a requiem.

The strange thing is that Vonts are a form of totalitarianism.

I felt a certain apprehension with them...

-You know, those yellow pins. -It was a book...

They always ask for Maihak or Losna as their leader.

Meanwhile - it still needs fastening, please nurse -

to the contrary Quick Arrows do not form any organisation.

You've placed those fine mushrooms there.

I see it, here it is. That's a beauty.

Even the grass communicates with a tree.

We can prove that the tree-roots and the grass are linked.

That's something!

Foglar writes about the Vonts and the Quick Arrows.

When the Vonts pick Maénék they can opt for fascism or communism,

when they take Losna they can have democracy.

Quick Arrows never get any Vonts committed.

And the Vonts have yellow pins and Foglar foresaw exactly

that in a while the Jews will put on those yellow pins.

Or force them to wear yellow stars, you understand,

and the dispute Losna/Mainék is cleared up in Germanised Czecho.

And the dispute Losna/Mainék is cleared up in Germanised Czecho.

That is what no-one understands.

That's a hundred.

Karel, tape it...

My Czech is bad. That's a 100... It's a 5 O00!

Once more!

It's a pleasure.

It's written in everything, like that music,

same as the music is etched in that mushroom then

history is etched in Foglar and also in other stories,

and if I take your story, dear Bishop.

You are a Bishop and aren't. How come?

I am a bishop because I have taken Holy Orders and

nobody can take that away. It is like being christened.

Come here to the clearing, bishop,

how come they cannot take it away'?

It is like someone being christened then

there is nobody that can take away their Christianity.

He can only repudiate it and no longer live according to it.

Whereas any form of Holy Orders which are given

by an apostolic are irrevocable.

Bell-shaped Mottlegill. Buchlov Castle.

You were a Bishop in a secret church.

The secret church founded in the 50's,

we extended the link after the invasion of the Warsaw Pact

in 1968, and we needed to ensure the survival of the church.

Because at the time they thought up a secret campaign NORBERT

and for that reason it was vital to ensure the church's survival.

Our Mr.Foglar cannot manage, so, many things at once, wait.

A discussion and to button up the trousers

and braces on at the same time.

I am glad that it's this smooth...

Only the jacket...

If you could only tie up the laces of the right shoe.

Tighten it.

It's not laced up, sorry that I have to bother you with it.

Get away, we are the ones bothering.

-Is it hot or cold outside? -|t's warm.

Leave that unbuttoned.

-Secret campaign NORBERT. -But in 1968, or rather 1969,

the then Minister of the Interior perfected it

by wanting to exile dissidents, leaders of the Church to Siberia,

or to execute them without trial.

We needed to ensure that there were more priests

who took Holy Orders, that we had young members etc...

In opposing the NORBERT secret campaign

I was chosen as a Roman Catholic priest to be appointed as Bishop,

although it wasn't the custom for the Bishop to be married.

There were three of us but two relinquished their chance.

Well, they knew what the consequences would be.

That is why I am unacceptable for the post-revolution church.

Because as a married Bishop I am first in centuries.

Well, it happened like this, as the Secret Police

wouldn't search for the Bishop's relics at a married priests'.

So, are there agents of the Secret Police as Bishops today'?

Yes, there is somebody. They are there.

I am combing with a mommy.

It's a comb which belonged to my mother,

I always say that I will comb with a mommy.

Because it is a comb from my mother.

"Don't give Mr.Foglar medicines. He has overdosed in the past!"

Priest's place is not just at the altar. I am a Bishop

for gypsies, for the homeless and for drug addicts.

-Mr.Zahradnik... -That would be better...

Poster-gluers!

Advertisement is something that wants from us

a purchase of an object which we do not know.

I believe that the film we are making is not an ad..

The watchdog of democracy.

That it has some sensible purpose, more than greed.

Some purpose.

And that's a pizza with wings, it's dry here...

Market economy is a very useful thing.

Although it seems incredible Antonio Dvofék

worked and lived in this house

and welcomed visitors such as Pyotr llich Tchaikovsky.

Dvofék was not an unknown entity. He was the Director

of the New York Conservatory and he was offered a tenure

but refused and returned.

Feasibly hevmade more money than, say, the Skoda factory in Pilsen

through various authors' payments.

Is it nature or what!

It's nature here, for sure, but nothing to get excited about.

But I don't mind as long as we have an aim. Here are seats...

It is beautiful here and horrible at the same time.

The TV has those pig-styes. It forces in them 15 minute shows,

30 minute ones, hourly ones and

now it makes shows which means that,

the viewer is like Pavlovs dog ready for the next instalment.

Everything has to be in parts, that is what appals me, culture.

It creates directly a new reality

which is more real than the actual reality.

Virtual reality.

I consider it to be a totally false existence.

-But I don't want to live in it. -Me neither.

But I notice that my daughter would wish to live in an ad.,

she identifies herself with a certain ad..,

say, of a happy family on a beach.

Do you know that my son told me he will make a soup

and throw a sanitary towel in and it will soak up all the soup.

And that it would form an ad.. I shocked you.

Well, you sure got me.

Don't tell me such stories.

Vaéek in his euphoria wasn't thinking of fine calligraphy

and simply wrote it in a hurry, so, to read the notes

ain't that simple. I'll try...

Advertising means that what we don't know we buy.

When we purchase what we don't know...

It's like a pizza with wings. Pizza with wings. Edges are dry.

-We don't understand anything. -That is memory.

Memory does not show up. And it's from advertising.

On this upper step...

Jenik you are head over heels in love...

Good advice and money are two sides of life,

who takes them up wisely

goes through life gamely.

Who takes them up wisely

goes through life gamely.

Now he'll receive his call-up into the Prussian war.

There he defends the hillock by Hradec and falls...

-And when Mafenka... -Jenlk will be killed in action.

The opera has an addendum called A Requiem For The Nun.

The 99 year old Mother Superior, Marenka, is dying in a monastery

and Jenik appears to her in the background

and is tempting her to him...

It ends with a fire, the National Theatre is burning

and later it continues in a new building.

I feel such an urgent need for re-birth.

The end is only when one destroys everything.

Misha is hanging from the lime-tree and

flames destroy the whole stage.

The opera begins with desperate Tobiéé singing into the wings,

what disaster to have an idiot for a son and another a drunk.

Because Jenik started to drink when he learnt

Maienkds baby was dying. Baby was dying of shock

because Vaéek climbed through the chimney to scare the baby...

I have to congratulate the Party which gained the most votes.

It is sporting and fair,

I also have to say that although we got loads of votes

it is still not enough for something very considerable,

not enough for victory.

At the moment we will see what a re-count brings.

What are your views as to how the situation will develop?

First impressions which are of interest to me

are slight variations in the vote-count.

It can substantially shake up possibilities which exist.

I went into the election with the aim that

in order to stop a left-wing takeover

whereby non-left Parties would form their own coalition.

These possibilities on the basis of the latest results loom.

And the baby was, so, terrified it died of fright.

They recalled the case of Vaéek embroiled with the comedians.

They preventively bring a psychiatrist from Pilsen

and a horse ambulance comes for Vaéek.

Vaéek cottons on that they want to put him in a straight-jacket

and runs to the loft and sets it alight.

All larks and tribulations lead to nought...

Only love bringst joy, provides strength and guts.

To tell the truth. I don't know what being a moralist means,

you're saying I am for decent manners, that's true, that I am.

Here I am for the first time in my life, I've never been here.

When you favour decent behaviour

then one should train people to behave well.

Yes, and that's not simple, particularly today.

And those little beavers...

I started training when I was 13, when I thought that up.

It was a book called "Lads from the Beaver River".

It's coming out now in its 15th edition or something like that.

How did you come up with it?

It's imagination which makes me a so-called writer.

Other people have different talents

and I had some imagination. I excelled at this at school

when I wrote essays for several other lads

in different styles, so, it wouldn't be noticed and,

the lads were grateful that they didn't have to do any work.

The subjects I don't remember any more.

On the theme -"Every one of us is the architect of one's fate."

Nobody knew what they should write about.

I wrote essays for about five boys, homework,

and always that bit different, so, no-one knew that I wrote it.

What architects of fortune were the people in those essays?

It means that simply he always tried to be somebody,

to be of public service, to achieve something.

Thereby, he was the architect of his fate. A silly theme.

Now imagine I wrote for five boys at the same time and

always a little bit differently as not to be found out.

What kind of an author are you?

I am a writer for young boys. It's my main forte,

I write for children but for boys rather than girls.

Imagine, one boy kissed my hand. I blushed.

That boy was, so, happy that I did his essay for him that

he kissed my hand - just imagine a boy kissing another boy's hand.

That's something awful - I still feel a little queasy today.

That boy was ever, so, grateful. His name was Karel Zelniéek.

Today he is the boss of Olympia Publishing. He kissed my hand...

Maybe it was his father. Probably was his father.

As I mentioned at the hospital,

there were five of them:

Cervenéfzek, Rychlonoika, Hojer, Duéin and Jarka Metelka.

Five, like a hand, these are practical things and that

that organisation isn't bigger. That it never occurs to them

to create a big organisation like the Vonts with those pins.

Every one of them remains a person in his own right.

What else can one add?

Well, I must admit, I don't know what you mean.

Simply there were five and I can't think of any other members.

But even, so, you guessed exactly rig ht. Today.

Did you see the elections today'?

No, I didn't. Only listened to the radio,

and then the film-makers came, meaning you...

Jindra Hojer, Jarka Metelka, Mirek Duéin, Rychlonoéka...

Who else?

Don't know any more who was the fifth.

But that's a real myth.

Yes, it has become a kind of legend...

Beings have two legs...

And birds have too...

We have two legs...

And birds too...

-You have become a legend. -I have become a legend

because of those books which keep being re-printed.

One would think the market must be satiated but no,

they keep being printed again and again.

I am not against it because they have to pay me a certain fee,

even though ifs nothing to shout about.

You don't have film?

We'll go back then. I also wanted a look over there...

It's too far for me.

When one is ninety-one,

if I was 30 or 40 I'd be jumping like a stag,

but in these circumstances it is difficult,

no more jumping.

-Those Sharp Arrows of yours... -Quick Arrows.

How did they get into uniforms of the young Communists?

I don't know, those people did it by themselves.

I wasn't allowed to publish, they didn't play by Queensbury Rules

you know, they added their own texts to the comics.

I wasn't able to stop them.

That means that figure which you created or the five figures,

travelled on paths of which you knew not,

they were influenced by other people.

Exactly. Influenced by other people,

I no longer had any impact to change it one way or another.

That means you promoted some kind of ethic and

they took the advertised figurines and

fused on to them a completely different morality.

Something like that.

But, in essence, the morality was still all right,

there was nothing bad, so, I didn't keep my trap shut.

That they didn't run concentration camps...

-We'll squeeze through, careful. -I won't fall.

-Are we going still further? -I will carry you across.

No, it looks like we better get back to the car.

Over there somewhere is the car?

Down, along that path we'll go.

-Where is the car? -On the road.

We'll have to backtrack again...

Life of mine is complicated, it's difficult to explain.

I have experienced things that when I think of it at night

I say to myself that I had an interesting life unlike others.

If it was possible I would like to change things today.

It's difficult to put these things into words.

Not easy to explain certain events.

There was the Secret Police, the Gestapo and so on...

And all that intruded into my life.

I was interrogated all the time, for example in Bartoloméjské Street,

they came with some photograph, made me wait in some room and

suddenly stared at me showing me a photograph

of 8 or 9 battered young people and said:

your scouts did that, your scouts were responsible.

I had to keep my gob shut because I've been a scout

since I was 13 and I've never seen anything like it.

Where did you get such photos?

It's none of your business where we got it from.

There were 8 or 9 battered youngsters.

Where they got it from I don't know.

I forget lots and when I wake up in then morning

I am not sure what was a dream and what actually happened.

Thus, I always remind myself how it was during the night, so -

What did you dream about lately'?

I dreamt that I saw a house which collapsed and

inside were 14 people and they were all dead, and I saw

how those people got taken away from that ruin.

Such stupid dreams I have.

What's Vé0ha|'s relationship with Lukeé?

Like a blacksmith with his apprentice.

He created, published those books

similarly, but Véchal did it professionally.

Lukeé hasn't the erudition, craft

but does have intentions...

He published several book series. We only know

Stuchlik's edition, fiction which he illustrated by himself

and wrote the text using fine calligraphy.

And Véchal also made the bed here, look, here it's written:

tucked up - HOSPITAL - to rest the sleepy head,

a loving haven for the first born and a death - bed readied

for one at death' door.

As far as we know, Luke' never ever made a bed up.

-But he did invent things. -That means that it's a fake.

But what kind of resistance of matter is there?

That is Horééek's fake.

He had a series of inventions...

Lukeé designed the plastic plan of the Czech Republic

which the Meéiar govt. has put in place in the Slovak Republic.

So, he, in fact, was ahead of the Meéiar regime by 40 years.

And he proposed synthetic chocolate made out of used tyres.

Véchal had typical Czech golden hands, unlike Lukeé.

...but his brain was faultless.

Castle Haéek.

He wanted to make use of the globe lightning...

That self-criticism went hand in hand with Véchals'.

Where did he wish to use the globe lightning?

He directed normal lightning via a lightning conductor to a place

where he placed an unknown ratio of mercury and sulphur and,

thus, created gold. He had some such an alchemistical conception.

-Or the accumulation of things. -His chemistry was alchemy.

Lipnice Castle. Fly Agaric and Gem-studded Puffball.

Jungle in those notes remind me of the paintings on these walls,

on the other hand I'd say that Vachal has a certain style

which I recognise. Whereas that Lu keé...

-Maybe Lukeé has a style as well. -If only I recognised it...

-Mommy... -I talk to her aloud

when I am alone, quietly I converse with her,

so, people don't think I'm round the bend.

But I have memories, in the mornings I tend to say to myself

that it was only a dream, keep your marbles,

and, as a result, I am always depressed in the morning

because I am unsure what I dreamt was real or just a dream.

And one is half-asleep when they wake you at half past five

because at that time the cleaning ladies arrive who,

as a matter of principle, sweep everything and mop the floor,

and that's more important than anything else.

That's some fine hill, isn't it?

-Still further? -Well, we will go back down

and they will remain at the top...

So, they'll take you back to Kré by car.

Vienna St. 800, Kré, Prague 4.

Vienna St. 800, Kré, Prague 4.

-How many books did you write? Roughly 25 books.

I wanted to tell you that

I used to run to the train like in your book,

I used to race a train. To increase my strength.

It's a bit iffy here.

You know what, go in front of us Mrs... walk down and

I will go with him and you must catch us up again

because I could slip whereas Mr. Foglar must...

-Not there, here... -Trosky Castle.

Hey wait, you have something holding your leg...

It's O.K. now. It's all right now...

Bearded Milk-cap.

Gottwalds speech is at an end and after it the Stakhanovites,

Comrade Tipster, our women Comrades Matey, Sprightly...

are getting their commendations.

Now we have the comrades' roll-call.

The Comrade Secretary always calls somebody up

and all of them say Thank You, Comradely Greetings.

Comrade Sprightleee...

Thank you, Comradely Greeeeeetings -

a kind of interlude again -

looking for the Diploma...

Comrade Swotteee...

Thank you, Comradely Greetings.

That interlude is always spot on, they pick their commendations.

Then the comrades, comrade Tipster,

and they sing in unison those comrade brothers and sisters.

During 24 hours

1500 billion H worth of deals are made all over the world.

Chlum Castle.

...meanwhile in the banks there are only 650 billion 11 as cover.

The interest which flows from these fictional transactions,

which go up in thin air is enormous.

Boot-face Fungus.

Only thing he knows how to do, that brat Rezek,

is how to grab publicity in this way.

A silly question.

Why doesn't Petr Rezek teach at the Philosophical Faculty?

That is a question which has been answered long ago.

He was originally named as a Senior Lecturer

in Philosophy and Aesthetical Theory at the Acad. of Fine Arts,

then succeeded in an advertised post at the Philosophical Dept.

And then he left. I don't know why, just that

he was successful according to the DeptJs regulations.

I am under the impression that he wasn't sacked, he resigned.

And now he nurtures philosophy as a one-man band,

so, your question, in this sense, has been answered.

And how should you nurture philosophy?

That's for a long discourse

as philosophy accounts for itself.

I still see philosophers somewhere else than in orgs...

But I am not sure if philosophers are somewhere else.

There are various philosophers at different places,

the term philosophy has in your interpretation a double-meaning.

One which nurtures and engages philosophy on whatever level

and, then philosophers who are the real thing.

Those real ones are intermittently within themselves.

Sometimes they hit the target more, sometimes less,

there will probably never be a situation

where at particular workplace they are all super-duper.

It'll always be a mix of various levels.

And also different focus.

In a certain era, for a particular philosopher.

In one or other problem.

So, I would not see the absence of philosophy, so, disastrously.

-FAN SUITABLE FOR DRYING HOUSES -I was the Rector who

dissolved the Institute of Marxism-Leninism in '89.

And immediately I tried to place non-conformist philosophers

into the University posts.

Have you noticed that what Rezek wrote in the newspapers

is making waves, that it is good for the society.

Sometimes maybe well, sometimes also rather contentiously.

Do you remember the scene from Menze|'s "Capricious summer"?

I just don't understand, you are a man of letters,

Ambassador, now a bureaucrat, a Minister

is that a coherent existence? Is it a coherent existence?

Nobody can answer your complicated questions.

All those people are used to editing.

In a classical mode it is not coherent.

That means I should be a politician as well?

It just happened to me, I hope it doesn't happen to you.

I would say to him, if I was asked such a question,

that everything is intertwined, he didn't ask to be a Minister.

Similarly, he did not ask to be a writer.

He must have it inside him or he has to be asked.

But that's something else.

He was a writer, then somebody believed in him

and thought he would run the Ministry competently.

But he is sucked into the system and the system does it's job.

I am looking for you, we're sitting over there with Bohunka.

I don't like Menzels film very much but I will remember.

MrHiréal please sit down here.

Remember that scene where the climber Menzel walks the rope.

Some local-yokel says: don't, you'll fall.

But his bread and butter is solely his rope-walking.

So, he has no choice. And the yokel played by Zéhorsky,

repeats himself: come down, you'll fall and then

he starts to shake the pole on which the rope is secured

and rope-walker Menzel falls and damages, I think, his leg.

So, he loses his means of employment.

As if the aforementioned said: I told you you'll fall,

although by shaking the rope he is the cause of it.

Well, I am filming the rising of the dead.

Café Slavie is re-opening 8 years after the revolution

and I don't know how many years it has been closed but

ifs a funny event.

You, you are creating the Pine eff air...

Do you mind, I am not responsible.

-It was created and he took part. -He caused it himself.

And why is that? He published other people's material

as his own, and then didn't admit it?

He just has a bad memory, isn't that so.

On the one hand good memory, on the other not.

What he reads he remembers

and then forgets where he got it from.

It happens to others, not just him.

And there is another thing, the affair Sokol (Falcon).

I just opened the newspaper and you again wrote...

Seared. -You, philosopher Rezek wrote:

he teaches his students out of something that is trimmed down,

incomplete like.

Well, that Pinc forgot the quotation marks and Sokol,

this time, puts them where they don't belong.

Brilliant. -A perfect double.

That's super, he puts quotation marks around words,

his thoughts as if they were quoted ideas of others.

In fact they are his own. A stroke of genius.

You follow court cases and

cause problems to those who win the disputes.

StFekov Castle. Wood Blewit.

No. We don't cause problems

for those who are victorious in a court dispute but

to those who allow court cases to be won

by those who should not...

What are the recent major affairs that are in motion...

You know what feeling I have? A horrendous feeling.

You know what feeling I have? A horrendous feeling.

Like as if you rip my belly open top to bottom,

have a wriggle with my guts throw them back and sew it up.

What a feeling.

It's questionable how much you can oscillate

in the sensitive position to which Czech philosophy got in...

-Koét'élov Castle. -...fairly quickly.

The conclusions from very respected philosophers,

Gadamer, Schaller, are extremely positive,

for example, relating to the quality of Czech phenomenology.

And those methods and behaviour can threaten it...

Velvet Shank.

...and shake it by unfair criticism.

Criticism which is below the belt etc..

It is even dangerous.

Affairs don't interest me officially

but we're working on a new case, relating to Mr. Bér and a group

which was tried and jailed 20 years ago.

Everyone wants to sweep it under the carpet.

It's a typical fabricated case 1950's type,

but during the 1970's it was all public and the result is that

the judiciary does not want to re-open it even though

the people spent 12 years in jail and families were destroyed.

MrsParkanové is dismissing MrHorky who is a judge

who meant to release a murderer after four years incarceration.

Judge Horky is the biggest scoundrel in the judiciary.

To answer Véclavs question as to "who is the Police for",

then maybe here is a way to some extent to comprehend

what happened here after 1990. I don't think, as Petr Uhl said,

that the West has an edge in refusing paternalism and so on.

I would say that we still have a lead.

Because during those ten years there is no effective authority

and that is the cause of our problems.

We even have freedom from rules. From any kind of responsibility.

By the refusal of a false communist set of rules

we were no longer prepared to accept another.

To form a new set of regulations.

I believe that Horky is one of the best judges in this country.

He behaves very correctly and isn't prepared to convict people

on the basis of half-baked evidence proposed by the Police

and the Prosecutor which says that somebody is a crook.

I can be convinced 1000 times that someone is a crook but,

surely, I cannot convict simply because he is unsympathetic.

Four years on remand! How long a remand is necessary,

how long will it take to convict them'?

Four years, six years, eight years, ten years?

We must convict them and not hold them on remand.

That's the re-opened coffee-house Slavie.

It is the married-to-be lass from Sabina's libretto.

The bride of the whole Czech nation...

In Kolléfis spirit it is the mother of Slavia.

Slavia is celebrating a form of re-birth -

if you were to congratulate firstly, Slavia, then the public.

-In what Party are you? -I am not in any.

My father always used to say: ifs impossible to be in a Party.

-I am a non-Party creature. -Well, I'm pleased.

Slavie from SLAVUS meaning Slovanic and,

so, I would like to offer my congratulations via Latin verse

which came to me as I was walking just now.

The poem is called STABAT MATTER. Slavia, of course,

and reads...

-How do you like it here? -Fantastic.

Many hold it against Slavia or are surprised that

it has remained how it used to be.

It's right that she has returned to the days of the 1st Republic.

You are involved in court cases. Then tell me something about it.

-KniZék's poster and Havel. -For me that's just silly.

-Any sense in it? -No sense, only for the media,

then, maybe somebody wants to gratify one's...

Scaly Cluster Fungus.

Because why would the President object to being like a mushroom

with a shoe on a poster, that poster is beautiful.

-Kamy'/k Castle. -He shouldn't mind,

ifs not Véclav but his bust which Kniiék created, so,

ifs not a genuine Mr. Havel and it's not the fault

of the doggie Dééenka when Mrs President identifies with it.

In the firvst place, there was Karel Capek's Dééenka

and then MrsPresident started to use the name.

And, in particular, Mr. and Mrs. President want money and

they want to give the money to some charity.

If I was ridden by cancer I wouldn't want the money but

rather have the poster.

And you elaborated on this "Véclav" mushroom.

Well, someone a bit thick like me

wouldn't get the point of the poster in the least.

I thought that the "Vécla\/' mushroom is a kind of promotion

for the same-named passageway

from Charlie Square towards Have|'s house on Raéin Quay.

I didn't cotton on that it's the sale of shoes.

I didn't understand that either.

Well, and that little Dééenka is there for decoration.

As you're in such a good mood

we could have a singalong to loosen up a bit,

in order to let go of the tension.

Move back a teeny bit please, back, it's falling apart,

only a wee little bit please, I can see that it's working,

brilliant that it's working, so, well, move back a little bit,

a bit of living space for all those thousands of people

who are waiting here for hours...

This is a jacket for the House of Fashion created in the 50's,

the shirt is Italian, logically those women fans tore it apart.

Us intellectual nitwits, always get it

from those bad signings.

Yeah panties, my trophy, I have to show it off,

I got them from a woman-friend who I know for 15 years, look,

from a period, quite fresh. Perfect, yep. What else?

New Doc Martin's, in another words Gladiators,

well as far as clothes are concerned we've solved it.

-|'m looking for you, by the way. -Let me introduce my new wife.

No longer with Monica then, pestered her to death or what?

Monika comes to visit at night,

mostly when we're about have sexual intercourse...

Voyeur!

Yeah, I forgot that baseball cap, God knows why I took it with me.

But I've realised that Renault is sponsoring the Plastics tour.

See you.

She's studying at the Uni. and were below subsistence level.

Studying? What for, blockhead?

Not clever enough, is she? She has to study...

Czechs are the best...

Czechs, Czechs...

-You are not signing? -No, a little hitch,

I think, waiting for further signings, it'll be...

-And who else will be signing? -At the moment

I don't have anything to sign. Not coming at the moment.

And they do not want it just from you?

But yes, I've signed for those who were in the shop...

-So, there'|| be more to sign... -We're waiting if it comes off.

We will leave the song for later because now

we will watch the TV screens. It looks like our hockey players

are approaching the residence of Mr. President.

And what if nobody comes...

We have to wait for another 20 mins. to see if they arrive

otherwise it will be without the signatures Mr.and Mrs. President.

We have it from Mrs. Rakuéanové, formerly it was meant like that.

Rockers survive all, man.

Look, I gave a speech at the funeral of Jirka Tichy,

about two months back and

five people wanted me to give an oration speech at their funeral.

I gave a funeral oration for Kuba Némec, the lad who died

right at the time he stopped taking drugs and

about twenty people there wanted a funeral speech from me.

I said: you arseholes, you're 20 or 30 years younger than me

and Jana Némcova, Hlavsova as was, said

that you will outlive us all. And it's true.

Then we will say something to those newsmen and go again.

Because I am a mutant. Stop filming me, pricks,

otherwise I'll stamp all over your little toys.

Haéek isn't human, Haéek is a God...

But when it was possible for us to get rid

of ideological thinking, well, we should be careful that

a total lack of ideas doesn't arise out of it,

after deconstruction one should begin some new construction.

Haéek for President!

Haéek to the Castle...

Welcome home,

Dominik Haéek, the mainstay of our team,

the star of the championship, the best goalman in the world,

Dominik Haéeeeeek...

Nuclear physicists today are turning to us, philosophers,

to recollect our famous past and to begin work anew.

Post modern philosophy has got out of the habit.

It's been pushed into a corner a bit by scientific positivism.

A programme for generations, really. A very nice programme.

If the historical conditions were more apt one could say...

They're signing,

later they will be handing it on like a relay.

...we are entering an era of an amazing intellectual adventure.

Gorgeous, in all subjects.

I'll give you little bells for luck.

I hope you will be happy together,

please, from you personally I need one signature.

I got this from your office over a year ago, please sign it.

And here a signature from both of you, please.

-Yes, that is already signed. -These books I've already signed.

In science, in philosophy, in art, in everything.

We would need more decent social conditions for that,

and in the twenty-first century, worse luck, they won't be there.

So, it will all regress. Needlessly.

Alfons Mucha was arrested in 1939 by the Gestapo

and on 14 July of that year died.

An end which was logical in terms of Nazi politics.

A person who drew a whole series of works devoted to this theme

was clearly damn uncomfortable to the Nazis.

The question remains, to what degree will that Slavenhaz,

that hatred towards Slavs,

in some way, under a difficult label,

be carried onwards.

Czechs, Czechs...

Stamp all over your little toys.

We always used the formal 'vous' between us, didn't we.

Méfa said you'd be here.

I still haven't seen your film.

You don't even have the decency to send me a videotape,

I don't have a video-player, logically, I have nothing,

but I have neighbours with a video.

Send it to me on tape, so, I can see it,

supposedly I am famous in it.

That film was fantastic, I saw it twice,

and how Mr.Cromwell is sitting in that empty Parliament Chamber

and says: I swear

that I will provide sound Government to the British people

even at the price that I govern alone.

Why do you always behave with me with such superiority'?

Me'? Maybe I have an advantage over you.

You are going too far...

Then his dictatorship started and

look where is the greatest democracy, in Great Britain;

England was never the same it had been before Cromwell.

Gave those good-for-nothings a hiding in the same way

as I will give you a hiding. I warned you to stop shooting.

A pity that the Czech TV did not show your New Year speech

because it would have been really worth it.

You saw it then?

Then you saw the chicken, spot on I think...

You Pandora created Zeus...

I would suggest, is Lubor here? Lubor?

Are there any Plastics in the house?

Vrét'a's there with Kéba.

...so as to punish and humiliate you, Pandora,

and force on to a road of worthiness.

Into my box he stored all the world calamities and

sent bad times on to the people.

In the bottom of the box placed a gift which will not disappoint.

Kristyna, you have got somewhere where you don't belong.

It stifles me but

it is interesting and sometimes even amusing.

-To play with dolls? -Yes, with large dolls.

Do be careful, the Regicidal killer

-is behind the curtains. -Who would wish to kill me...

Charles I. said the same in England, everyone loves me

and the Cromwellites chopped his head off.

There are times I wish to be Cromwell

and cut my head off.

Czechs, Czechs!

Permanently I have a rose-like skin-complaint in both legs.

That's what one Dr. kept saying, you can't heal it,

you simply are that way. I fight all the time, any injury does.

The rules are unknown, the rules are generally created

according to how open officials' ears and pockets happen to be.

-You know Miss... -It's a little boy!

Imagine, my little lad, that communication -

one community hits the puck according to its reason and

then the puck is taken away by another community and

bangs it as it thinks fit and

the rules are clear and what matters is victory.

Russkies are for it and all saw it!

It's all about victory, it's like a war to subdue the rest...

Yes.

That's precisely the situation we are in today.

I got this from Saéa Juréékové,

she beat me up 4 days ago.

At a Dog's Soldiers gig at the Acropolis

and she engaged in Greco-roman fight, pretty good at it too,

as well as some three other Asiatic underhand sports.

We were sitting at a table in the front-hall

and I was giving some tale about my kids.

Probably thought it cynical. She has a new baby, that cunt,

so jumped across the table and went for me.

I had a proper fight with her... it's like the Sarajevo attentat.

Kicked her ribs in, stitched head, just trivial.

Kicked her ribs in, stitched head, just trivial.

I was, so, pissed, that the ribs began to hurt only 3 days after.

It's O.K. now. But the day before yesterday

I couldn't stand or lie down, nor sit down.

When I coughed or when I smiled...

Banged ribs are worse than broken ones. Bitch.

They've bringing my love to me..

The film was created with the support of the State Foundation

for the Support and Development of Czech Cinema

Dear MrPresident, ladies and gentlemen,

dear colleagues.

Today's performance finished a successful series

of charitable performances which came to fruition

due to the involvement of Mrs. Dagmar Havlové

with the aim of helping the victims

of the tragic floods this year in Moravia.

Thank you for patience which you -

Milan shut the gob up during the signing.

Apologies for the delay but

there were some pricks filming from the TV.

I'd like to say that it is incredible

that the Plastics are signing a book of their texts...

that Lubor Mafa, a publisher,

got hold of a person who put it all together.

Because none of us had it all.

Jarda Rydl, no Reidl, ifs the same, what's in a name.

As William Shakespeare says: What's in a name?

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

In short,

in November - revolution

of which yesterday we saw the anniversary,

we never imagined that we would live to see the day.

Succinctly - enough babble.

I want that you allow one minute silence as a mark of respect

for Michal Jernek, song-writer for the Plastic People,

who died yesterday.

Please, a minutes' silence for Michel Jernel,

Mejia, fuck it, he was your mate,

none of us is wearing a watch anyhow...

He died of stroke.

He played with the Plastics for 3 years,

I've lived with them for 30 years. It's amazing I haven't had a fit.

Long Live The Czech Golden Olympic Team

and 140000 Czechs who have come to say Thank You.

-I don't have an ear for music. -No brain, no stroke.

That alone saves me.