ANTON

It´s the year of 1963 and my father is riding a motorcycle to the hospital in Kroměříž to see his wife, who is hanging her head over me waiting for an abortion. I am not yet conscious and I am indifferent to this fact, and I retain this feeling with the knowledge I acquire in the future. I am born into a large family, where I will later understand that I have one brother and three sisters. In my childhood I chase beautiful butterflies on forest meadows, observe beetles, dragonflies and discover that the insect world is incredibly beautiful and remarkably elaborate. I make boats from pine bark and shoot with an air rifle or a bow. My parents try to teach me to pronounce "r" and they want me to say "rock", I say "pebble" instead and I go to play with something again. On Tuesday, September 1, 1970, my mother pulled my hand through the city to school. I´m trying to oppose her that I really don't understand what I'm going to do there when I can't read or write and I'm not allowed to play..