A Christmas crib made of radishes, eating KFC chicken under the tinsels... Acording to communist propaganda, the painting was saved by peasant-workers. Death hates comments. The most fascinating chapters of his memoirs are written like a thriller. Everyone was being checked out whereas I was led away for a body search. He was a talented artist, not a bad art historian, a lover of the Tatra Mountains. And a murderer. Interpreting political events using a key such as the apocalyptic message is nothing new.
More in the 42nd issue of TVP Weekly.
