Lidstvo proch\u00e1z\u00ed slo\u017eit\u00fdm obdob\u00edm. Jakoby se v\u0161e zatemnilo a my hled\u00e1me aspo\u0148 z\u00e1blesk paprsku sv\u011btla v temnot\u011b, kter\u00e1 n\u00e1s obklopuje. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ale temnota je pouh\u00fd okam\u017eik v p\u0159\u00edb\u011bhu na\u0161ich d\u011bjin. Nen\u00ed kone\u010dnou podstatou, proto\u017ee pak by v\u011bci skon\u010dily a my u\u017e nebyli. Ale my po\u0159\u00e1d \u017eijeme. Lidstvo pokra\u010duje d\u00e1l mal\u00fdmi kr\u016f\u010dky a vytv\u00e1\u0159\u00ed prostor, kter\u00fd nen\u00ed uzav\u0159en\u00fd, proto\u017ee je\u0161t\u011b ne\u0159eklo sv\u00e9 posledn\u00ed slovo. V cel\u00e9m p\u0159\u00edb\u011bhu lidsk\u00e9 existence neexistoval jedin\u00fd moment, za kter\u00fdm by n\u00e1sledovala nula, pr\u00e1zdno a ticho. Je to umanutost \u017eivota, kter\u00e1 n\u00e1s zachra\u0148uje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kdy\u017e jsem byla p\u0159ed dv\u011bma lety v Osv\u011btimi (Auschwitz-Birkenau), d\u00edvala jsem se na dlouh\u00e9 \u0161ed\u00e9 bar\u00e1ky, v kter\u00fdch lidi pro\u017e\u00edvali za holocaustu nep\u0159edstaviteln\u00e9 muky a \u00fatrapy. Bojovali o \u017eivot v nelidsk\u00fdch podm\u00ednk\u00e1ch. Byli zbaveni ve\u0161ker\u00e9 lidsk\u00e9 d\u016fstojnosti. Stali se pouh\u00fdmi \u010d\u00edsly bez vlas\u016f, \u0161at\u016f, i bez vlastn\u00edho t\u011bla. Zbo\u017e\u00edm k tov\u00e1rn\u00edmu zpracov\u00e1n\u00ed. P\u0159esto cht\u011bli \u017e\u00edt. Po 80-ti letech od konce nacistick\u00e9ho \u0161\u00edlenstv\u00ed na m\u00edstech, kde byl kdysi vzduch na\u010dichl\u00fd pachem p\u00e1l\u00edc\u00edch lidsk\u00fdch t\u011bl, smrdut\u00e1 hl\u00edna nasycen\u00e1 krv\u00ed a slzami a zlov\u011bstn\u00e9 ticho naru\u0161ovan\u00e9 k\u0159ikem, palbou a pl\u00e1\u010dem, znovu rostla tr\u00e1va a kytky. V\u0161e o\u017e\u00edvalo, jakoby hr\u016fzy holocaustu nikdy neexistovaly a minulost byla jen p\u0159\u00edzrak zl\u00fdch sn\u016f a no\u010dn\u00edch m\u016fr. Na m\u00edst\u011b utrpen\u00ed znovu o\u017eil \u017eivot. Nebyl spout\u00e1n nen\u00e1vist\u00ed, ideologi\u00ed lid\u00ed a sv\u011bta, kter\u00e1 to zp\u016fsobila. Z\u016fstal jen otisk a st\u00edn utrpen\u00ed v pam\u011bti \u017eivota, kter\u00fd ra\u0161il plnou silou.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ho\u0159kost, smutek a slzy se v\u017edy prom\u011b\u0148uj\u00ed v tr\u00e1vu a kytky. Smrtn\u00e1 \u0161ed\u00e1 p\u0159ech\u00e1z\u00ed do barev \u017eivota. \u017divot v\u00edt\u011bz\u00ed. V ka\u017ed\u00e9m okam\u017eiku, v ka\u017ed\u00e9 osobn\u00ed i spole\u010densk\u00e9 temnot\u011b. Nen\u00ed to m\u016fj naivn\u00ed optimismus, ale realita \u017eivota. \u017divot bojuje o \u017eivot. Nevzd\u00e1v\u00e1 se a tas\u00ed zbran\u011b proti zlu sv\u00fdmi mal\u00fdmi kr\u016f\u010dky. A nen\u00ed nic, co by mu v tom zabr\u00e1nilo. \u017divotu je na\u0161e beznad\u011bj \u010di nev\u00edra jedno. Jede si svou, znovu se nadechne, d\u00fdch\u00e1, roste a kvete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pro\u010d mus\u00ed existovat temnota, kdov\u00ed. Ale v n\u00ed je sv\u011btlo zjevn\u011bj\u0161\u00ed, z\u0159eteln\u011bj\u0161\u00ed a viditeln\u011bj\u0161\u00ed. V temnot\u011b sv\u011btlo vid\u00ed\u0161, ale ve sv\u011btle jsou sv\u011btla neviditeln\u00e1. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Na\u0161\u00edm sv\u011btlem v Talentu je tvorba. Nic jin\u00e9ho nem\u00e1me. Jen oby\u010dejnou radost, kdy\u017e jsme spolu a tvo\u0159\u00edme. Kdy\u017e zapomeneme na vn\u011bj\u0161\u00ed sv\u011bt a okolnosti, kter\u00e9 n\u00e1s su\u017euj\u00ed a tr\u00fdzn\u00ed. Kdy\u017e p\u00ed\u0161eme, mluv\u00edme, improvizujeme. Jsme sami se sebou a ostatn\u00edmi. V na\u0161em vlastn\u00edm sv\u011bt\u011b hry a tvorby, s vnit\u0159n\u00edmi obrazy, kter\u00e9 si vytv\u00e1\u0159\u00edme. T\u00edm m\u016f\u017eeme existovat, proto\u017ee m\u00e1me sv\u011btl\u00fd bod. Bod n\u00e1s sam\u00fdch, na\u0161\u00ed fantazie a p\u0159\u00edb\u011bh\u016f, vnit\u0159n\u00edho byt\u00ed. Ka\u017ed\u00e9ho kroku, kter\u00fd spole\u010dn\u011b ud\u011bl\u00e1me a cestou, kterou projdeme. To je na\u0161e nad\u011bje. A snad to nen\u00ed tak m\u00e1lo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Erika Merjav\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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