I vividly recall my February evening encounter, in one of Prague’s parks, with a guy approximately my age; backpack, a cap on his head, an mp3 playing in his ears… pale and stiff as a mannequin, his feet levitating at the level of my waist, a rope tied up on a branch… dead.

The piece “In Paradisum” is an unofficial requiem for those who have completely lost all hope. I believe that even to them, after the darkest night, light will emerge.