Ludvík Procházka

"Someone walked by and saw three hairy young men sitting there drunk and bleeding. He called an ambulance and of course the cops arrived. The paramedics found that the injuries weren't such that we had to go to the hospital, so they took us straight to the mental hospital. One of the cops was in the car with us. I think the other one was still in the front with the driver and we sang them the song Red Flags by the band Hever and Vaseline. The song was so derogatory to the Public Security officers. We were screaming at the top of our lungs. The policeman was unhappy with us and I'm surprised he didn't throw at us." - "Do you remember the lyrics?" - "I remember: 'The red shoulder boards with a single star, Leather shoulder boards with a red bow by far. The red inserts, you must not fear, Even with batons, we won’t adhere. We know they’ll lock us up, we’re well aware, So let’s sing the first verse again without care.'"

"When you get into the hands of a psychiatrist, he rings you like an ornithologist rings birds. He always gives you a diagnosis. When we smoked, we had tobaccoism. We weren't teetotal, we had alcoholism. Those were the two basic diagnoses. Then there were various neuroses and psychopathies. Schizoid psychopathy, for example, was in demand. It was the equivalent of a nobleman's crest. When we used to joust among the patients to see who had what diagnosis, those were also quite interesting debates."