Dear Vojta, it's somewhere on the bottom left.
It seems we're pretty hardened. We'll last a long time. I've realized several times that what seems natural and normal at certain times and under certain circumstances seems incomprehensible and hard to believe after a while. I don't understand then at all that it actually happened, and that no one, including me, was able to stop it. From today's point of view, it seems to me beyond reality, for example, that sometime in the eighties I had a discussion with a certain unionist about one of my rock songs. He, unlike me, found it unacceptable to use the word "sergeant" in the lyrics. He justified it by claiming that the Czechoslovak People's Army did not know or use such a rank. Because he was a member of the commission that approved the safety of the lyrics of bands that had so-called "playlists", i.e. could perform publicly for a modest fee, we had to remove the piece from the repertoire in order to play it at all. It's a story I can't even tell anybody today, because nobody would believe me. It's really absurd, but it's true. Maybe some of the current stories will be in the absurd category in a short time, too, unless they're there right now. For example. Less than thirty years after the fall of totalitarianism, there is a president who addresses the head of a party that preaches illegal and criminal communist ideals with a friendly "Dear Vojta." Moreover, he will advise him to support a government in resignation led by a person who has been prosecuted. The former Minister of Health, who has been under investigation for six years and has not yet been finally convicted of serious crimes, will sue for damages for violation of personal rights. The construction procedure concerning the building of a public school sports ground, which is being financed by a private investor, is entering its fifth year of administration, and since no one can "finish" it, the children are simply out of luck. Paid parking zones exist in Prague only in some parts of the city, and they are not systematic so that thousands of drivers move their parked cars around the city like a provincial circus. A former successful biathlete is purposely the main attraction of the tabloids, even though she should be leading professional sports seminars for young people. On top of that, we have a government in its seventh month without confidence, yet "working" as if it has the most confidence of any government ever. The only thing that is certain is that what doesn't exist is located somewhere in the bottom left.