DIVUS PRAHA: ZDENĚK PERSKÝ - WHERE IS MY HOME | book investigation

ZDENĚK PERSKÝ - WHERE IS MY HOME | book investigation

21.03.2014 18:00

Divus | en cs

A presentation of the second, expanded edition of the book Kde domov můj (Where my home is) by Zdeněk Perský. Meeting with the writer, music, songs, food, drinks, criminals, victims, women, Gypsies, policemen and judges. All in one place! Everybody is welcome! The writer just out of prison!

Zdeněk Perský was born on May 5, 1966 in Prostějov. He spent his childhood in Olšany near Prostějov. When he was 13 years old, his family was suddenly moved by his mother’s brother to Prague – Zbraslav, where he visited a special school for two years. Until 1980 he worked mostly in the area of Wenceslaus Square – Lazarská – Hlavní nádraží. Until 2003 he spent 18 years in prison in the penitentiary of Ruzyně, Libkovice, Pankrác, Bory, Mladá Boleslav, Litoměřice, Příbram, Hradec Králové, Bělušice, Vinařice.  In 1999 he started to write and to meditate. He is trying to put an end to his life in the half-world and tries in a kinky way to amend his once colleagues.

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Zdeněk Perský in Umelec magazine






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