Today would be the 96th birthday of my grandfather from the Kutas side of my great family. Is it a sad day then? Not really.

He was my idol even if I did not know about it back then. His creativity is still incredible for me. How can a human being stay so creative after all those hard times (socialism, revolution of ’56, WWII) in life? This a question to everybody. Maybe the answer is simply this: stay hungry, stay foolish.

I’m nobody compared to him, I try to be creative, but it’s nothing.

It’s a happy day, I am glad – I could know him.