The Voice of a Silent Nation

Every culture, every person has his/her own idols - unique people who inspire us, give us strengh and help us out in most difficult moments. People who relate so well to our souls and - moreover - can put it in such extraordinary word combinations that we remain with our mouth open, our eyes watering and our heart jumping out. This is the kind of poet or artist that makes you say to your foreign friend "if you could only understand my languange..."




The person that I dedicate this blog to has related to a whole nation of 250 million people. In a closed society like USSR, Vladimir Visotsky spoke like no other, he talked about things that no one dared to speak about. Though prohibited by the government, his songs were pouring out of windows in the big capital city, or a small Siberian village, nuclear submarine in Artic ocean and space station far from earth alike.

Sleeping only 4 hours a night, in forty years of his existence he consumed himself so much that the autopsy revealed the heart of an 80 years old. A two hour theater performance would cost him 2-4 kg of body weight. This unhuman dedication to the art and to his cause as a rebel has ultimately taken his life very early. Despite this Visotsky left an enormous mark in the souls of people ranging from European Bulgaria and Poland to Far East Vladivostok and Kamchatka.