Marta Jandová: I am a holder. I just don't give up - Novinky.cz<

I talked a lot in the beginning. Over time, I figured out how many words I needed to keep listening. Which is probably related to my career. It used to be me who was interviewed, a flurry of words was welcome. I have to watch him on the radio. Although I don't watch classes in the studio, I somehow suspect that it's been a long time. I can cut myself.

I especially enjoy Wednesday when my friend and I have a joint trip to work. We will walk through Vinohrady, we will do something for our health, sometimes we will buy a cake somewhere ...

Other times I take all three dogs, sometimes one or two. If I have less time, I broadcast on Frequency 1 last week on weekdays from ten to eleven in the morning, I use an electric car. I'm home in the studio in twelve minutes. It's our shopping bag on wheels.

I think so. I really enjoy it at the microphone. In addition, they cater to me. When the first wave came, I was fired so I could take care of my daughter. The husband is a doctor. Nobody knew what it would be like. Gradually the saddle.

In order not to get out of it completely, I pre-dialed something, other times a colleague called me to enter. Maruška and I then managed online teaching smoothly. A neighbor from our half-family apartment came to us for the hour I was broadcasting. We know each other, we help each other. Three apartments have the keys to our apartment and vice versa. Or Maruška was with a classmate, a best friend from school.

It's not the dog, it's the bitch. He has lived with us for about two years. My husband was so kind that he let me. Her name is Balthazar, we call her Zara. All our dogs are vet, village secrets.

This is a fairly long story. To cut a long story short, I shot my TV show on Prima and invited Marta Kubišová and Patricia Pagáčová to it. They care a lot about dogs, shelters. I asked them to bring a dog so that we could offer it to the audience. Instead, Patricia sent me a video of a female rescue film.

Description of events around the offered dog. Here it was described how she was rescued from under the flooded avia and with the puppies, how one of them died because of drinking water. I watched her, cried and had only one thing in her head: I can't take a third dog, my husband would kill me. I especially liked the puppies, of course.

You figured it out yourself, I swear. I played him a movie, he moved him too. At first he said: You are terrible, why are you doing this to me ?! After a few days, he came up with the idea that we would help Zara by marrying her. After visiting the shelter, I already knew that while the puppies are relatively easy to give up, there is no interest in the mother.

So my boys and I came for her - to test how dog chemistry will work between them. Well, we didn't find anything on the first try. Zara was afraid of us, in the past she was also abused ... But she has already forgiven people, she has become a classic couch.

Let's go, only the boys ask. They lay their heads on the edge and wait for a command to see if they can go up. Zara jumps straight. Otherwise, they form a functioning group in which he is behind the "mother". At least I think so, he constantly licks them, he takes care of them. As if she found a replacement for her puppies in them. They are probably best in the garden of the cottage, where we spend our free days from spring to autumn. They fly out there.

She loves it! Love u listening to your voice. So in terms of songs. It's different on the radio, I'm very critical there - if I'm just talking. I actually find my love for my voice regularly, especially when I am preparing a new CD. I listen to him with gusto over and over before he comes out. I play one song after another from my mobile phone. I love myself.

Definitely the ability to organize. Maybe I had it in me, but that's where my organization deepened. However, if I have to compare this with native Germans, for example with colleagues in Die Happy, I still have shortcomings.

For example, our guitarist, my first husband (Thorsten Mewes), will surely beat me. That is why I brought the belief from Germany to the Czech Republic that it is worth buying German products. In my opinion, they are tested, tried and tested.

I lead me to have an overview of what I need to do. However, I have had a deeper relationship with diaries since I was a child. That's why I prepared one for the pandemic. It was originally created in my head for our Maruška.

I'm trying to do it all at once. It costs me about twenty pages in five years. I'm completely useless! I wrote the most things in my studies in the United States. We were the first students to fly there from us. It was also a few months after my mom died ...

No, it wasn't until I came across a company that offered it that my mom asked a friend to start teaching me the language. It was as if she knew he was going to die, and she wanted me to be as far away as possible so that the loss would not be so terrible for me. So when I came home from school and asked her, "Do you think I could fly to America?" She said yes.

Fortunately, I have a talent for speech, I was fluent in English. I passed the required exam and flew to the USA at the end of August.

How to. I lived with a teacher who taught at the school where my mother enrolled me. We knew in advance that she was divorced, had three children and a cat. She described it in the first letter sent from Atlanta. Then we received a second letter from a village that didn't even have named streets ...

To cut a long story short, after arriving in the US, I found out that I would spend a year in a small town with a lady whose three children hadn't lived with her for a long time, and the cat had died in the summer. She was quite frustrated, mean to me, and I couldn't stand her at the end of her stay. Writing a diary allowed me to survive that year.

I thought it was stupid. At the same time, this was common in foreigners in my situation. But I'm a holder. I'm just not giving up. Now it occurs to me that I record intense moments in photos as well. I then sort out the captured moments so that I can enjoy them at any time.

As part of my organization, I still adore notebooks, pencils ..., I'm in paradise in stationery. I wouldn't buy just that classic paper diary there. It would stress me to write to him every day. Writing things back is worthless to me, I live in new events.

As I said, it was originally for our Maruška. He also needs to write. She took the notebook and soon dealt with what I did. That sometimes she wrote two lines, other times nothing, then to go it was sorry. I was sorry too, I know that unwritten experiences are forgotten. I was figuring out how to get out of this.

But before I put it together, it had many intermediate stages. When Maruška was little, she couldn't read, she had Thursdays prepared for me at home with a drawn plan of things that awaited her. One by one, she ticked off with love.

Then came the diaries with the dates. Again, we were there that he only wrote to them occasionally. When I found out. Because I love making, dyes, scissors and glue, a plan for a diary without dates has been born, in which it doesn't matter that the children don't write anything down for half a year. And to be the best, I watched what Maruška even wrote down.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. The sentences were predominant among the notes: I was at school, swimming ... So I thought of adding something to my diary that would liven up the experience. Pictures, fillers, stars, crossword puzzles, snakes, sudoku, octagons. At night I put the ideas together, glued, cut, calmly until four in the morning.

This was a complete coincidence. I went to Luxor to pick up the books, and I talked to the lady who accompanied me there. When we got to the stationery store. There I confided in her how much I love this department. And what I'm working on right now. She offered to discuss my diary with her. She also worked in one publishing house.

It helped a lot that he was and is a covid. I started googleing what it looks like with the competition, looking at the graphics, looking for things that the kids would enjoy. In the end, I had a concrete idea, which included mainly trying to entertain, but also the "educational" part. I have included a double page on bullying in my diary, you can practice yoga with it, learn the planets, view maps ...

And what I like most is the cross page, where children can choose how they feel. I see it on Maruška. Sometimes he is afraid of the spider, bad marks, in the cross he finds a way to solve the situation.

Don't even ask! It looks crazy. The whole of Maruška's class, which is twenty-eight children. Then I gave gifts to my friends. They enjoyed the idea that they would play over the diary, that they didn't have to write: Today I felt sick that all I had to do was paint a pre-drawn face, add a smile, a grin, an eye crooked to it ... I have a feeling at all that we all need to calm down .

I see it in my daughter. A year ago, when she was seven, I took her and her boyfriend on a trip. They dealt with politics, restrictions, lockdown, government ... They were angry at the whole world. I'm not even surprised by anything. The children lost a lot during the pandemic, home schooling came, they were at home more than they would like. They kept listening to the calls of us adults. The negation passed to them in part.

I try to keep Maruška as far away from it as possible, even if I can't. News comes with us daily. Of course we talk about them, we have some opinions. That's why I explained to her that in part (like the type of vaccination) she has to say that this and this is what her parents think. Otherwise he will look stupid. Which is important!

She must know that she is not ready to make her own opinion, does not have enough information and cannot find it yet. That is why I am glad that My Diary was created: he can write his disappointments and rages there.

(laughs) I'm a famous planner. For example, in October I approached my friends with when we would go to the camp in the summer.

You see, but they said, It's October! I had to explain that there was a lot of us going, that the camp - at the zoo in Dvůr Králové - would be full again and that we still wanted to live with each other ... We would go there, perhaps for the eighth time. We are wondering what better equipment we bought this time. The last time I scored was a folding lavor.

An expedition to Egypt, which we postponed due to covidid two years ago. We were supposed to fly there a week after the Czechia closed for the first time. My father-in-law is an Egyptologist (former head of the Institute of Egyptology, Faculty of Arts, Charles University, Miroslav Verner - editor's note). He advised me exactly where to go, what we had to see, what we had to go. I had everything bought, booked, I really enjoy this detailed planning.

I can handle this smoothly. It definitely bothers me more when I plan it nicely, I present it to the other participants and someone says: Eee, that's stupid ... This will annoy me reliably, I'll start saying: Next time, do it yourself.

And while we're on with those plans, we have to go to Egypt sometime in March or May. I asked the Egyptologists what the covid looked like there. They told me that almost everyone was vaccinated there, because no one there asked anyone much for his opinion.

I'm lucky, husband. He works as a doctor, which is a certainty. During the debates surrounding the closure, we found that everything we need materially for life, we have: an apartment, a house with a garden, a car, clothes in the closets. That we can use even more limited resources.

I'm getting old and I'm old enough to be overwhelmed by overproduction of anything. I don't need a twenty-one black T-shirt. So if I had to go back to something outside the field, I would probably drive a car, for example, deliver food. And I also know what I certainly wouldn't return to: cleaning.

To this day, I am haunted by the slate floor of a luxurious four-hundred-meter house in Ulm, Germany, which I wiped on my knees. I had a rag, a bucket of water, and after a few meters I changed it because it was black. I would definitely do a job that also belongs to the day. As soon as it dawns, the sun comes out, I ride like a ferret. As soon as he leaves, I'm tired, I sit down.

I am reminded of a painful break - after that I bought all the white furniture for the apartment, including the television. I added flowers and I immediately lived better. We don't have it at home in white now, but my feeling of safety is a light, a candle belongs.

Very happy! I've always preferred smaller celebrations without loud music, somewhere to talk nicely. Mega actions pass me by. After all, people know me, I don't want to be under scrutiny.

At the end of the year, almost everyone in our half-family apartment will meet. Plus we invite with a man five to twenty people, come who has the time and taste. And his brother always arrives with his family from Holland, where they live. Due to various restrictions, we now see each other once a year.

Desk games! We have tickets, please. Specifically the European version. But we also play Dixit, Activity, Saboteur, Do you know the Czechia? My husband and I are playful, I no longer have boxes of games to put at home. (laughter)

I also forgot that I used to have a concert in Germany just before New Year's Eve. It was our tradition with Die Happy. I then returned to Prague on December 31st. Sometimes I came to the "finished". But we don't complicate it much. We usually make fondues, cheeses are often taken care of by a brother-in-law.

It used to be thoughtful. Usually we played a concert, sat on the train at night and slept there beautifully. I came to Prague rested and ready to celebrate. The past tense is appropriate in this case. We will not return to the tradition with the band this year either, it's a pity.

Given the current constraints on cultural events, we would not pay for the tour. At least I'll have time to cook for New Year's Eve. Then I put on a little make-up, we dress nicely and we enjoy it! Probably not everyone, true. Firecrackers bother our dogs. But over the years I've kept them, I've found that if I lock them in the hall, let them make a noise, something soothing, they'll survive the midnight celebrations much better.