History of Colors of Sepsis - 16th year

I have not liked Ostrava since childhood.

Who should: they forced it on us at school as the steel heart of the republic, and the idea of ​​a communist in a privileged, dusty city full of stench, sickles, hammers and guys with black faces was extremely repugnant to me. In addition, most of the totalitarian functionaries used the Ostrava dialect to present their stupidity. When I first went to Ostrava for the sepsis course, I was mostly filled with skepticism and gloomy expectations. When the tram took me from the huge railway station of the main railway station through the city, I couldn't help but be amazed: the once exhibition streets torn up by hideous groups of apartment blocks, endless gaps between houses with the highway inside the city, a mining tower standing bluntly in the middle of the development, old factories like from Husák banknotes, an incredible social realistic Poruba architecture. As if someone had done terrible harm to this place. It was impossible not to think of the many lives spent here on the way to and from work, lives black and hard as coal, lives etched with alcohol and cheap cigarettes. And yet it was as if it was clear from somewhere that life is much stronger than all the violence perpetrated on it here. Even the speech of people with short beaks was suddenly friendly, pleasantly ironic, insightful and briefly commenting on the state of the world. The atmosphere of the course, then still held on the premises of the Porubě hospital, exactly corresponded to my impressions of Ostrava: in a bleak environment and in today's hard-to-believe clouds of cigarette smoke, there was a lively and unadulterated enthusiasm for the cause, devoid of all glitter, discussions both formal and informal, always uncompromising to the heart of the matter. Since then, I haven't missed a single grade. The course changed its venue, grew many times over and multiplied the number of parallel sections, but the atmosphere remained the terribly lively and important topics-turning community it was back then. Here, we can meet top speakers who are the pride of the world's leading congresses, next to our colleagues, colleagues from other workplaces or fellow students from medicine and discuss what is needed with everyone on the spot, from the latest studies to interesting patients to what and how they do elsewhere. And what can't be done during the day will be discussed in the evening with excellently selected music and even better company. Today, few people consider Ostrava to be a hideous place like I once did. On the contrary, Ostrava is a generally recognized cultural phenomenon, the unique poetics of Ostrava bears its numerous fruits in the form of extraordinary poets, singers, and artists. The program of exhibitions in the Ostrava Gallery is enviable, the great Janáček Philharmonic works here, the Colors of Ostrava music festival is taking place, the bohemian Stodolní Street is proverbial. In short, life in Ostrava pulsates with great force and we can only speculate what its genius loci consists of. This year's 16 This year's sepsis course was even better in terms of scope and quality than previous years. Even with its new name Colors of Sepsis, it consciously included itself among the other activities in which Ostrava's genius loci is reflected. Here, however, we no longer have to speculate on what it consists of, because we know him by name: his name is Roman Kula. For what he does for all of us every year, he deserves a round of applause and, in the Ostrava manner, at least three exclamation points after his name!!!