He who writes walks on a rope, both ends of which are held by nothingness. These maxims characterize the authorial gesture that Miroslav Olšovský develops in his new book. It is a strange, borderline achievement on the borderline between prose, poetry and conceptual writing. The book is dedicated to Prague, but it is not a local history or a nostalgic memoir. Prague has entered Olšovský's veins and nerve fibres, and within this circulatory system it has been transformed into a miraculous place that enlightens people.
Czech edition