One evening I was walking in streets of Prague and met strange guy. He
invite me for drink. We stayed very long, talked and also just sit in
silence. After couple of bottles of whiskey he told me his name, Jeremias
Kazinski. I never saw his face clear. He was always hidden by the charisma
of poems and mystery stories he was was full. In certain moment I looked
next to me and he was gone and only this photo reminds me him.
