Miroslav Masák, architect, advisor to Václav Havel
Hrádeček (a small village in northeastern Bohemia where Havel owned a countryhouse –Ed.) became a crucial sanctuary for Václav Havel. He bought the derelict property in 1967 for peanuts and then set about undertaking renovations. That was during the time when we both spent time there. His life involved being constantly on edge, but while there he could afford to forget his woes. Suddenly he was a slightly different person. This may surprise you, but the daily schedule there was actually quite intensely structured. The mornings were tough, with work taking place until noon; cooking then took place, with lunches usually quite opulent. After that came a lazy afternoon, followed by a rich evening schedule. The central feature of these evenings were Vašek’s philosophical “tomes”, during which he managed to spend two hours engaged in fantastic talk on a subject which we had chosen together. And during these we had to drink at least one crate of his atrocious white wines – he liked wines along the lines of Poezie or Dievčie hrozno... Anyway – then it all ended with a so-called effort to get back to nature. That meant climbing naked among the trees in the old orchards between Hrádeček and the house of Andrej Krob [Czech playwright and director –Ed.]. And each visit started with singing, because Hrádeček had its own hymn – Massachusetts by the Bee Gees. Why this song, I don’t exactly know. And so we had a really good time there.
Michal Horáček, journalist, author, lyricist
We went to tell Olga [Havel’s first wife –Ed.] that the Civic Forum [OF, a pro-democracy umbrella organisation –Ed.) would indeed be nominating him for president, and I wrote his nomination text. And she really was upset. It certainly wasn’t prearranged with her. And Olga said: “Absolutely not. Do you think that Vašek could still go to Rybárna (a local restaurant near Havel’s Prague home –Ed.) if he was up at the Castle? Guys, that Jaroslav Šabata [left-of-centre politician and philosopher –Ed.] would be good.” And so she then seriously tried to present to us the idea of Jaroslav Šabata from Brno and to argue that he would be a super president. So, I have to say, she really wasn’t for the whole idea [of her husband being president].
Marta Kubišová, singer and Charter 77 signatory
“I didn’t meet him until the Tříska wedding [that of Czech-American actor Jan Tříska and Karla Chadimová –Ed.] in 1968. My future husband, Jan Němec [Czech film director –Ed.], was a distant cousin of Václav. And so he took me along to the wedding, saying that he should introduce me to Václav. Only later did my husband reveal that Havel had actually wanted to meet me – and that had he, Jan, not gotten to me first, then Václav would have had me as his girlfriend. I had no idea that Václav Havel had any such ulterior motives. But that would not have worked because from the moment Olga and I laid eyes on each other we liked each other. So we ended up being a kind of trio. The truth is that when I was divorcing Němec [in 1973 –Ed.], then I went and hid out at the Havels’. It was an unusually long divorce given that we didn’t have any children. And he [Havel] was making so many jokes along the lines of: “But she was with a married man!” Of course he didn’t mention that Olga had been there too. Němec then moved to the US, and when he came back after the revolution, we all ended up spending time together again.”
Question: What were your impressions of Havel when you first met him?
“Like a teddy bear. A teddy bear! And I always referred to him as Medvíd [Teddy]. But I would never dare call him that to his face: You are a Teddy. That would be too much.”
Jan Ruml, politician
Petr Pithart, politician
politician, chancellor to President Havel
The most beautiful day of my life was 29 December, 1989. That was when Václav Havel was elected president. We emerged from [St. Vitus Cathedral within Prague Castle] after the Te Deum [mass] and we talked with friends and attendees. I was popular because it was cold and I pulled out a hip flask from my coat. Then suddenly the president’s secretary appeared and told me I was invited to attend lunch. I felt truly honoured, but the ensuing lunch was truly ghastly, because back then the Castle kitchen was really abysmal. It was a working lunch, and everyone who was there was given some tasks to carry out. And before I had a chance to catch my breath suddenly I had been appointed as a Castle official.
Fedor Gál, politician, sociologist
Luboš Dobrovský, politician, diplomat, journalist