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Boris Vian b\u00fdval na samom vrchu oproti Pr\u00e9vertov\u00fdm dver\u00e1m a v jedno jesenn\u00e9 r\u00e1no \u0161iel po schodi\u0161ti dolu k Pr\u00e9vertovcom vyp\u00fdta\u0165 cigaretu pre svoju kr\u00e1snu \u017eenu Ursulu. Medzit\u00fdm Pr\u00e9vert, ktor\u00fd b\u00fdval o polposchodie ni\u017e\u0161ie a faj\u010dil tri \u0161katu\u013eky cigariet denne, vy\u0161iel na terasu, pre\u0161iel po streche Moulin Rouge a zaklopal u Vianovcov na terasov\u00e9 dvere, lebo mal neodbytn\u00fa chu\u0165 na cigaretu a posledn\u00fa vyfaj\u010dil ani nie pred piatimi min\u00fatami.<\/p>\n
Ve\u010der u Vianovcov oslavovali. P\u00e1r prevrhnut\u00fdch poh\u00e1rov, sem tam stopy na vank\u00fa\u0161och a koberci po prep\u00e1lenej cigarete, pomerne dos\u0165 mastn\u00fdch \u0161kv\u0155n a rozliateho v\u00edna, naozaj len mal\u00e1 oslava, ni\u010d v\u00fdnimo\u010dn\u00e9ho, a\u017e na prasknut\u00fa v\u00e1zu a dijonsk\u00fa hor\u010dicu, ktor\u00e1 kvapkala na obal z jazzovej platne.<\/p>\n
Ke\u010f sa Jacques dozvedel, \u017ee Boris pr\u00e1ve \u0161iel k nemu po cigarety schodi\u0161\u0165om, hlasno a dobr\u00e1cky sa rozosmial a utekal za n\u00edm nazad domov. Medzit\u00fdm v\u0161ak aj Boris rozveselen\u00fd n\u00e1hodou st\u00fapal po schodi\u0161ti do svojho bytu za Jacquesom.<\/p>\n
Doma obaja zistili, \u017ee sa minuli. A tak sa Boris rozbehol ponad Moulin Rouge cez strechu a Pr\u00e9vert schodi\u0161\u0165om, no op\u00e4\u0165 sa minuli. Urobili nieko\u013eko koliesok, nah\u00e1\u0148ali sa po schodoch a po terase, a\u017e ke\u010f tu zrazu Pr\u00e9vert cel\u00fd zad\u00fdchan\u00fd vid\u00ed na terase faj\u010di\u0165 Vianovu kr\u00e1snu \u017eenu Ursulu cigaretu, ktor\u00fa na Pr\u00e9vertovom stole na\u0161la Janine. M\u00e1vla na\u0148ho rukou a pon\u00fakla mu \u0161luka. A tak tam st\u00e1li a faj\u010dili a na pozad\u00ed sa ot\u00e1\u010dali \u010derven\u00e9 kr\u00eddla Moulin Rouge…<\/p>\n
Boli \u017ee to \u010dasy, ke\u010f chodil Boris ku Jacquesovi a Jacques k Borisovi a m\u00ed\u0148ali sa a ich \u017eeny Ursula a Janine vyk\u00fakali zo dver\u00ed a \u0161ibalsky na seba pomrk\u00e1vali.<\/p>\n
A inokedy sa stretli na schodisku a ke\u010f okolo seba prech\u00e1dzali, v\u017edy zavadili lak\u0165ami jedna o\u00a0druh\u00fa.<\/p>\n
A takto si \u017eili, a\u017e k\u00fdm nepomreli. Un jour, ils sont mort, comme on dit.<\/p>\n
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Par\u00ed\u017e. Stany. Burkina Faso, Pobre\u017eie slonoviny a Mali. Nieko\u013eko desiatok, stoviek, stoviek rod\u00edn stanuje v centre mesta… Par\u00ed\u017e objavuje n\u00e1rodn\u00e9 \u0161pecifik\u00e1. V\u0161etky franc\u00fazske u\u010dky s\u00a0prav\u00edtkami pri mape s franc\u00fazskym \u0161armom skanduj\u00fa: \u201eOd rovinat\u00e9ho pobre\u017eia s lag\u00fanami a n\u00ed\u017einami na juhov\u00fdchode sa ter\u00e9n mierne dv\u00edha smerom k severu. Tretinu krajiny p\u00f4vodne pokr\u00fdvali tropick\u00e9 lesy, ktor\u00e9 boli z ve\u013ekej \u010dasti vyr\u00faban\u00e9 franc\u00fazskymi plant\u00e1\u017enikmi. V lesoch sa \u0165a\u017eilo tropick\u00e9 drevo. Riedko os\u00eddlen\u00fa severn\u00fa plo\u0161inu dnes pokr\u00fdva tr\u00e1vnat\u00e1 savana. \u00dazem\u00edm od severu k juhu pretekaj\u00fa \u0161tyri rieky: Cavally, Sassandra, Bandami a Komo\u00e9. Zvy\u0161ok tropick\u00e9ho pralesa ob\u00fdva zvy\u0161ok vz\u00e1cnych \u017eivo\u010d\u00edchov, op\u00edc a nosoro\u017ecov. Z\u00edskan\u00edm nez\u00e1vislosti od Franc\u00fazska za\u010dali p\u00edsa\u0165 nov\u00e9 dejiny.\u201c<\/p>\n
Men\u00e1 niektor\u00fdch kraj\u00edn pozn\u00e1m len zo zn\u00e1mok z Pofisu.<\/p>\n
\u201eChyst\u00e1me sa reorganizova\u0165 v s\u00falade s potrebou zastavi\u0165 \u0161\u00edrenie vojensk\u00e9ho nap\u00e4tia na juh, \u010do povedie k zn\u00ed\u017eeniu na\u0161ej vojenskej stopy na severe,\u201c povedal monsieur le president le Macron a rad\u0161ej nespomenul spolo\u010dn\u00fa minulos\u0165, nesp\u00fatan\u00e9 man\u017eelsk\u00e9 h\u00e1dky aj po rozvode, tak prihodilo sa, \u017ee predt\u00fdm man\u017eel \u017eenu zav\u0161e chytil aj pod krk, odborn\u00edci vravia, \u017ee \u0161lo o \u0161krtenie, ach, ako si t\u00ed Franc\u00fazi s Afri\u010danmi kedysi spolu vandrovali, ko\u010dovali, k\u0161eftovali, ni\u010dili tropick\u00e9 pralesy, r\u00fabali stromy, \u0165a\u017eili diamanty, zlato, \u017eelezn\u00fa rudu, ako si hodovali, ban\u00e1ny prekladali anan\u00e1smi, kto seje vietor?<\/p>\n
Pod va\u0161imi oknami sa ve\u010der namiesto Par\u00ed\u017ea rozprestiera in\u00e9 mesto. Vo farebn\u00fdch stanoch spia k\u00e1vov\u00ed a kakaov\u00ed Tuaregovia, Berberi, Sarakolovia, Bozovia, obrezan\u00ed chlapci aj diev\u010dat\u00e1, ich predko\u017eky sa vraj v noci premie\u0148aj\u00fa na ja\u0161teri\u010dky a klitorisy na \u0161korpi\u00f3ny, Ulbovia, Mauri, Bambari, pastieri, ryb\u00e1ri, ro\u013en\u00edci, Lobiovia, Bauleovia, Betovia, Kruovia, Malinkovia, predvo\u013eba 00223, 00226,\u00a0vo vreck\u00e1ch, v z\u00e1\u0161evkoch na vetrovk\u00e1ch, v z\u00e1hyboch b\u00fand a svetrov a mo\u017eno aj za nechtami niektor\u00ed maj\u00fa siv\u00fd piesok, a niektor\u00fdm sa mo\u017eno sn\u00edva o \u010ciernej, \u010cervenej a Bielej rieke, o opi\u010d\u00edch hlav\u00e1ch, ktor\u00e9 maj\u00fa aj po smrti zvl\u00e1\u0161tnu moc, o pieso\u010dn\u00fdch dun\u00e1ch, o suchom vetre, p\u00fa\u0161tnych b\u00farkach, o vlhk\u00fdch a smutn\u00fdch, smutn\u00fdch tr\u00f3poch.<\/p>\n
Mo\u017eno\u017ee viem, na \u010do v t\u00fdch stanoch mysl\u00edte! Keby\u017ee ste tu boli doma! Nie ste o ni\u010d hor\u0161\u00ed. Aj lep\u0161ie by v\u00e1m bolo. No \u010do by bolo pre v\u00e1s najlep\u0161ie?<\/p>\n
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Potichu sa s t\u00fdm in\u00fdm mestom, \u010do je tu ve\u010der namiesto Par\u00ed\u017ea, zhov\u00e1rame, chod\u00edme okolo hor\u00facej ka\u0161e ako okolo d\u00e1kej rieky, dokola a dokola, tu sme u\u017e raz boli? \u00c1no, ale iba v rozhovore a ten je st\u00e1le o ni\u010dom, hovorme rad\u0161ej o umen\u00ed, treb\u00e1rs \u017ee Banksyho Pl\u0165 med\u00fazy \u00e0 la Theodor G\u00e9ricault v Calais…<\/p>\n
Ticho, tu spia \u017eeny s de\u0165mi! Pod hlavou igelitov\u00e9 ta\u0161ky, \u0165a\u017en\u00e9 mulice subsaharskej Afriky, sedacie svaly, rite, v Par\u00ed\u017ei teraz let\u00ed jorubsk\u00fd \u0161t\u00fdl, burus, kofia aj khanga, kiteng okolo hrudn\u00edka, p\u00e1sa aj hlavy, star\u00e1 zn\u00e1ma ve\u013ek\u00e1 boubou pozost\u00e1vaj\u00faca z tuniky, nohav\u00edc a klob\u00faka, \u00f3, a… a pssst, klad\u00fa si Par\u00ed\u017eanky na pery upraven\u00e9 nechty a chodia po \u0161pi\u010dk\u00e1ch, lebo \u017eeny zabalen\u00e9 v dek\u00e1ch a star\u00fdch kab\u00e1toch sa nemaj\u00fa budi\u0165, prin\u00e1\u0161a to ne\u0161\u0165astie, tie zob\u00fadza pani zima.<\/p>\n
Cel\u00fd Par\u00ed\u017e sa medzit\u00fdm, \u010do tu tieto chr\u00e1pu, n\u00e1hli do metra. Aj tam tamtam zachumlan\u00ed do diek a star\u00fdch kab\u00e1tov sn\u00edvaj\u00fa svoje bohatierske sny. V\u010dera ve\u010der sa sediac na chodn\u00edku napch\u00e1vali ban\u00e1nmi a jablkami, stonkov\u00fdm zelerom, mrkvou a ob\u010das im \u00fast vypadol k\u00fasok bagety… \u0160\u0165astn\u00e9 a vesel\u00e9, to s\u00fa va\u0161e dar\u010deky, usmievali sme sa a chodili okolo dr\u017eiac sa za nosy a srdcia sa n\u00e1m pritom rozt\u00e1pali ako vosk a na\u0161i psi sa do toho \u010derven\u00e9ho vosku prilepovali a slab\u0161ie n\u00e1tury sa do\u0148ho pon\u00e1rali a topili sa v \u0148om, niektor\u00ed na\u0165ahovali ruky a museli ich t\u00ed ute\u010denci z neho vy\u0165ahova\u0165.<\/p>\n
Inak, aj okolo obchodn\u00e9ho domu Bon March\u00e9 to v Par\u00ed\u017ei na Vianoce \u017eilo. Vo v\u00fdkladoch vyhr\u00e1vala hudba, tancovali kank\u00e1n bagety, vyhadzovali do luftu kolen\u00e1 a brio\u0161ky z toho odpad\u00e1vali, ban\u00e1ny tancovali na povraze, hokkaido tekvice sa otv\u00e1rali ako hrnce, kapusty sa vyzliekali, mrkvy vyskakovali z debni\u010diek, nerezov\u00e9 sitk\u00e1 d\u017eemovali, pokrievky na meden\u00fdch hrncoch poskakovali, panvice a rajnice mali cifern\u00edky z vare\u0161iek a be\u017eali raz dopredu a potom sa \u010das vr\u00e1til, otv\u00e1ra\u010de na f\u013ea\u0161e mali rozcvi\u010dku a pr\u00e1ve upa\u017eovali, nik vo v\u00fdklade nevedel, ko\u013eko je hod\u00edn a p\u00f3ry sa kr\u00fatili raz doprava a raz do\u013eava, pr\u00edbory nadskakovali, kukurice robili sk\u00e1kaj\u00facim mrkv\u00e1m krovie, pan\u010duchy sa vlnili ako pr\u00fa\u017ekovan\u00e9 hady v rytme indickej p\u00ed\u0161\u0165aly, pono\u017eky sa p\u00e1rili, okoloid\u00facim na ulici rozd\u00e1vali zamestnanci Bon March\u00e9 zlat\u00e9 bal\u00f3ny a de\u0165om l\u00edzanky a v\u0161etci sa jeden o druh\u00e9ho prilepovali, no a ke\u010f som sa ve\u010der vracala domov, na ulici sa za\u010dalo ve\u013ek\u00e9 prezliekanie do py\u017eamka…<\/p>\n
A\u017e budete st\u00e1\u0165 na bulv\u00e1ri Clichy pred Moulin Rouge, pozrite sa do\u013eava. Hne\u010f ved\u013ea zn\u00e1meho kabaretu uvid\u00edte uzulink\u00fa uli\u010dku. Je to jedna z mnoh\u00fdch mal\u00fdch uli\u010diek, ktor\u00e9 z Clichy ved\u00fa do vn\u00fatra blokov, ktor\u00e9 s\u00fa lemovan\u00e9 zvl\u00e1\u0161tnymi domami so z\u00e1hradami. Cit\u00e9 Veron.\u00a0V jednom dos\u0165 nen\u00e1padnom dome, ktor\u00fd le\u017e\u00ed a\u017e na konci uli\u010dky, \u017eil spisovate\u013e, hudobn\u00edk a spev\u00e1k Boris Vian a b\u00e1snik Jacques Pr\u00e9vert. Ich byty mali spolo\u010dn\u00fa ve\u013ek\u00fa terasu s v\u00fdh\u013eadom za zadn\u00fa \u010das\u0165 Moulin Rouge.<\/p>\n
Dnes je v Par\u00ed\u017ei v\u0161etko trochu inak, mesto je pln\u00e9 ute\u010dencov, mlad\u00fdch chlapcov zo subsaharskej Afriky, ktor\u00ed utekaj\u00fa pred vojnou. V\u0161etci s\u00fa rovnak\u00ed – akoby u\u0161li z Vianovej b\u00e1sne, hymny v\u0161etk\u00fdch dezert\u00e9rov na svete, ktor\u00fa naspieval Jarom\u00edr Nohavica:\u00a0P\u00e1nov\u00e9 naho\u0159e, j\u00e1 p\u00ed\u0161u v\u00e1m dnes psan\u00ed\/a\u00a0nev\u00edm vlastn\u011b ani, budete-li ho \u010d\u00edst,\/p\u0159i\u0161lo mi ve st\u0159edu do v\u00e1lky p\u0159edvol\u00e1n\u00ed,\/je to bez odvol\u00e1n\u00ed, t\u00edm pr\u00fd si m\u00e1m b\u00fdt jist.\/P\u00e1nov\u00e9 naho\u0159e, j\u00e1 u\u017e to lejstro sp\u00e1lil,\/u\u017e jsem si kufry sbalil, spr\u00e1v cov\u00e9 vr\u00e1til kl\u00ed\u010d,\/ p\u00e1nov\u00e9 naho\u0159e, uctiv\u011b se v\u00e1m klan\u00edm\/ a z\u00edtra vlakem rann\u00edm odj\u00ed\u017ed\u00edm n\u011bkam pry\u010d.<\/p>\n
Do roku 2024 V\u00e1m v\u0161etk\u00fdm prajem hlavne mier, va\u0161a Veve<\/p>\n
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Boris Vian b\u00fdval na samom vrchu oproti Pr\u00e9vertov\u00fdm dver\u00e1m a v jedno jesenn\u00e9 r\u00e1no \u0161iel po schodi\u0161ti dolu k Pr\u00e9vertovcom vyp\u00fdta\u0165 cigaretu pre svoju kr\u00e1snu \u017eenu Ursulu. Medzit\u00fdm Pr\u00e9vert, ktor\u00fd b\u00fdval o polposchodie ni\u017e\u0161ie a faj\u010dil tri \u0161katu\u013eky cigariet denne, vy\u0161iel na terasu, pre\u0161iel po streche Moulin Rouge a zaklopal u Vianovcov na terasov\u00e9 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":12149,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[128,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-februar-2024","category-fejton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12148"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12150,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12148\/revisions\/12150"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12149"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.miaumagazin.sk\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}