Hhhh laurent binet5/7/2023 ![]() ![]() For a long time I have seen him, lying in his little room-shutters closed, window open-listening to the creak of the tram (going which way? I don't know) that stops outside the Botanical Gardens. For a long time I have wanted to pay tribute to him. He and his comrades are, in my eyes, the authors of one of the greatest acts of resistance in human history, and without doubt the greatest of the Second World War. His story is as true as it is extraordinary. So, Gabcík existed, and it was to this name that he answered (although not always). And although this shame is hardly perceptible in his novels, which are full of Tomášes, Tominas, and Terezas, we can intuit the obvious meaning: what could be more vulgar than to arbitrarily give-from a childish desire for verisimilitude or, at best, mere convenience-an invented name to an invented character? In my opinion, Kundera should have gone further: what could be more vulgar than an invented character? In The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera implies that he feels a bit ashamed at having to name his characters. ![]() The number 18 tram (or the number 22) has stopped in front of the Botanical Gardens. We are at the corner of Vyšehradská and Trojická. I know Prague well, so I can imagine the tram's number (but perhaps it's changed?), its route, and the place where Gabcík waits, thinking and listening. Lying alone on a little iron bed, did he hear, from outside, beyond the shutters of a darkened apartment, the unmistakable creaking of the Prague tramways? I want to believe so. ![]()
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