Wasp Meadow (Vosí louka) was the name of a place where, long ago in 1977, an unforgettable camp took place for one boy, which might have been a scout camp if those clowns hadn't banned scouting in Czechoslovakia a few years earlier. That boy was me, and I still remember that camp to this day. If it hadn't been for that summer, I might not be doing what I do today. So thank you, Wasp Meadow, and all the rest of you who were there.

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P.S. On this website, you will find samples of my work without any further explanatory comments. I try to follow the advice I once received—independently—from two people whom I still respect to this day. It went like this: "If you feel the need to explain in advance what your story, song, or picture is about, it means you don't have a high opinion of your audience—or of what you yourself are creating." I don't know if I've ever received better advice than this in my life. Perhaps only the advice not to take myself and the world around me too seriously. So thank you.