I could talk about Mr. Plant, about how wonderful he is, about how sensitive he is, about how much energy he conveys, about how easy he can make me get up to the sky – even without “zeppelin”, about how much I love this guy… I may be subjective, I may be overreacting, but I don’t care. I still remember – it feels like it was yesterday – the Czech pick-up and the small vinyl collection I would listen to, with great pleasure, late at night, in a special room, improvised in a small disused closet. Just a few corny disks from “Melodia” (USSR back then) would help me escape to parallel worlds. It is hard to let go of those times, it is virtually impossible for me to gay goodbye to Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, in a very special way.

On Sunday, on the 8th of July 2008, right on my birthday, right at the hour when I was born, Mr. Plant started singing. What gift more beautiful than this could I have possible asked for . It doesn’t matter how many people there were around me, how many people would jostle, how many voices would interfere, nothing could perturb me. It was just me and Plant. He opened my wings, ears, eyes, heart and I let myself receive his vibrations and energy. A magical man, a god from another world, from far, far away, with golden hair, thick eyebrows, charmed eyes and a sharp, deep, penetrating, and yet very warm look. His voice was simply enchanting. It is impossible to describe in words what I felt, perhaps some people understand and know what I’m talking about. I am happy every day of my life, but Sunday… I was beyond that. Thank you, Robert Plant!