Zdenko FajčákPerhaps there is no more tragic and more comic feeling as when man realizes that in the "new" world; he lives among half people-half machines. To make contact with human beings who will be very soon wondering at the construction of a shovel is impossible, any attempt on the communication fails. Although literature has been always discussing human stupidity just in the tragicomic way because common sense must in this case give in to the absurd thinking, behavior and action, Fajčák’s brilliant miniature with strict composition provides the interpretive space consequences of which can’t remain unnoticed. The hero Adam is as though facing the dilemma: to flee to a deserted island or to live in the lap of so called civilization? From his ironic undertone we can infer that when he is amusing himself in the anonymous crowd, by the spirit, from somewhere in the corner, he is watching himself and saying: that’s not me, I’m only pretending something in order to adapt to you. Really, the "old" world can be neither destroyed, nor merged with the narrow-minded society. Adam finally chooses his own spontaneity. It’s not about a suspicious and abstract inspiration thanks to which one turns into a priest, but about a convincing impulse from Chopin himself. The art really turns the life upside down and it gives to man a possibility to change the world.
Radovan Brenkus

Minute of piano

There are two types of men. T-shirters and shirters. The first are relaxed, liberal, they are living for every day. Shirters, immersed into own thoughts, are rather negativistic, their conservatism is socially accepted. Of course, depending on nature and circumstances, ones may become the others.
Adam was a shirter. Delighted, he recorded places which have been already erased or which will only be erased by human progress – cinemas, in which smoking was allowed during projection, sporting houses, video shops of VHS tapes or market halls with fresh radishes. As for women, he loved female punks without piercing and tattoos in nice simple T-shirt with Chinese sneakers on feet. He liked looking into their eyes. He looked for a flash, moment, in which their looks meet. Moment of animal love. Moment saying: yes, perhaps it will be fine with you, perhaps we have much in common, on birthday we would give good books from the secondhand bookshop as presents and for a while we could be happy.
Under the influence of events and surroundings, Adam changed to a T-shirter. He listened to the different music, he changed his lifestyle. He looked for animal love at the tricked out stupid girls with short skirts and even shorter memory. He was often jokingly saying to friends that in the evenings he’s going for a pint with aliens.
– And what are you talking about with them? – They asked him.
– About movies of Stanley Kubrick and women on Pluto with pervitin pupils of course! – He answered.
But...
He lost in the foreign town. He did not manage to familiarize himself with it; because he was there only for a month. Although it was a sweltering sunny day, he was walking down the strange street shrouded in the gloom. He was going through a long alley of blooming cherries, along the houses in Art Nouveau style with fallen off plaster. One of them was overgrown with ivy. Beautiful, forgotten villa. Piano was heard from it. Chopin, he recalled. He stopped and listened.
When he returned home, he recorded that place into his list.
And he took against T-shirts forever.