How many of these last books did you put together in the last book coming out in a few days? How do you decide if this is the secret that is worth it, if everyone knows it, so people can find it somewhere and read it?

I don’t think it works that way. I feel like those stories are coming to me. Otherwise, I got such a basic amount from a family that has lived here in the Old Town for really long years, so some things came to me with breast milk, as they say. Then there are things that I hear that someone tells me that will happen – then they will bubble in me for a while, then there will be a stimulus that maybe I’m going around and I’m saying ‘damn, this was it’ and I’ll start looking for it a bit . I must admit that there is no great systematics in this.

You are not systematic.

Not really. Rather, those things pay to me, and God, I am more likely to be able to perceive than to systematically put them in boxes. There are twenty-one such larger stories in this new book, and then there are such smaller clips at the end, I think twenty-five.

Do you like clips?

Jojo. I like information that can be said in one or two sentences. It can be used very well in a pub.

When you mentioned the pub, before the song I said that we would look back to the 80’s here in Prague and you have to say what it was like with the pub U Dvou koček – Pacifik or U Paciček it is also called.

It was a terrible murder that took place when I was a little boy. The whole of Prague solved it. Those who remember the pub say Pacific, and the reason is quite morbid. It has nothing to do with the ocean, it’s because the chefs packed there, so it’s like the Pacific or U Paciček. At the time, there were many theories as to why: it was said that the chef was a fake player, and because he was fixating, his hands were cut off, but the story was more prosaic.

There was a murderer, I think his name was Doležal, who he and his companions drank all night in a nearby wine bar at Národní and ran out of money in the morning. They wanted to get drunk, so they went to see Perlovka, where a light girl was supposed to stand. They thought they would take her for money, but she had left in the meantime. So it occurred to this man that the Cats were going to be robbed – quite often they went there alone, so they broke in through a side entrance and drank in a closed pub. In the morning, the chef came to work normally, did not notice them, went to the kitchen for his morning ritual, made coffee and began to make lunch, but suddenly he heard a rumble in the bar. So he went to look there, and this Doležal beat him, and to make matters worse, he cut off his hands. It seemed like a great mystery at the time, but then after years – the investigation took quite a long time – the killer was found, it turned out that he was just a sadistic psychopath who did it somehow, to a dead man.

Why did you put this story in that book?

I put it there because there is a very interesting thing. In that pub, there is still a tile next to the bar, where the cuts can be seen. When I described how those things get into that book, I try to make people notice where there is a detail somewhere, but it carries a big story. This story is disgusting and morbid, but no doubt it also belongs to Prague.