It can be safely stated that this short story by Milan Kunderi, first combined under the rich palette of 1968 rock, set the mood and tone for all the subsequent creativity of the cult writer. The unbearable lightness with which the author dissects the lives of the main characters of the short stories, as well as almost all the characters that represent them, allows me to perceive this prose at the same time unfazed and with philosophical self-indulgence, at the same time unpretentious and sumptuous, comical and important.
Sometimes it seems that otherwise there is no particular significance in what to steal - truth or nonsense, love or happiness. Life is to be sharpened by these categories, which cannot be summed up in any sense.