From the engineer of human souls to the bass saxophone and mis silver’s past, skevorecky was a bright wonderful light. I remember turning the last page in his masterpiece and being filled with sadness that there wwas no more. Hwis works and his words, with Havel’s, fueled a cultural resistance to tyranny that defeated a police state with the power of words an unstoppable thirst for liberty. In an endless smoky jazz.club in paradise, skevorcky and Havel are smoking and drinking beer with jaroslavhasek waiting for Milan Kundera and a few other warriors of freedom to join them in an endless soulful and wonderful debate
Rest Josef Skevorecky. Rest well knowing your words were more powerful than 100000 men with guns.












