Vaclav, affable Czech-born, Swiss-based LinkedIn expert, is a bright, inspirational, and knowing force. His wisdom transmits itself in his internet content, his smile, his distribution of words, his approachability unrivalled. He is someone connecting the dots of individuals out there in the cyber working sphere. He shares what he knows to aid others. His face aglow with the bustling energy of life, he exudes a charm and warmth his peers are likely lacking. His online content bristles with, is shaped by, and drips with a passion for people, places, and shared experiences. He is a fount of knowledge.
Vaclav says that Swiss precision is
his reason for being online a minute early when I join our meeting. “That’s how
it should be!” he adds. I agree. He needs to leave the room briefly and
reappears ready for action. He is in his office at the honorary consulate of
Czechia in Basel, Switzerland, launching straight into what he will later tell
me is his verbal diarrhoea, according to his late father. Behind him are just a
plant, a clock on the wall, a picture frame, and blinds that are slowly dancing
to a gentle breeze.
He looked at his phone, after saying
he should not have before our meeting, and the news that his German friend
Adolf – someone he met in a restaurant in Prague in 1985, and who had recently
suffered a fall – has died at 83 years of age has reached him, momentarily
flickering flames of sadness visible on his face. But he passes through it, the
unstoppable force that he is, and moves onto the next chapter of conversation.
This leads to a mention that his own family lives to ripe old ages and his
genes are clearly onto something, as we mention earlier deaths and how they
seem to occur more frequently than ever before.
His responses always come thick and
fast, a sharpness, a youthful eagerness to interact, and perhaps even please, infusing
his every interaction.
A father to three daughters, I can
only imagine what bright sparks they might be having been half-fashioned by
this man. I also extend the sense of magic I feel compelled to think his wife,
and their mother, must be to include her.
His pate is near naked, short grey
hair on the sides and top of his head. His eyes are blue – bluey-grey – and he
wears glasses with black frames on the upper part and un-framed lenses on the
lower halves (they are multi-focal, complex, several times corrected). He could
not care less about brands, unless it is his beloved homeland, Czechia. Flashes
of joy and fire invite themselves to his features with alarming frequency, an
invisible queue somewhere nearby to them.
He tells me he got swindled recently
and he cannot believe it happened. He focusses on how to move on and be
positive, filing with the cyber police unlikely to bring any success, but it
naturally rankles with him.
Only 2% of people are advancing humanity,
Vaclav says, according to a Czech astrophysicist. He states he might be an
expert on LinkedIn, but he is still a human being with lots of faults. He then
takes issue with a well-known online platform that is clearly a dictatorship
and its connection with his homeland Czechia, as he calls it, as it is
increasingly known, as he regularly champions, otherwise known as the Czech
Republic. He is incredibly enthusiastic about the ancient name ‘Czechia’ –
growing in its popularity and use – which is the English language translation
of what the Czechs call their own land. Vaclav talks easily, speedily, and it’s
hard to keep up with his train of thought.
He tells me he is a polite person,
but regarding some of the websites we mention he is seething and unable to
contain his annoyance. His language, therefore, is bluer than I had
anticipated, his passion overspilling.
He is chewing a Tic-tac whilst
sending out missile comments, calling himself a rebel, stating he goes in the
‘opposite direction’ to the masses. It’s clear from the offset. He then tells
me I am a classical uncut diamond and that it isn’t that I cannot do it yet,
just that I have not yet learned it.
He has a slim wedding ring on the finger on one hand and a silver bracelet on the opposite wrist, each wrist adorned with what looks like a watch. One is his Samsung smartwatch. His real watch is a Citizen Echo Drive. His favoured timepiece is an Omega Speedmaster – an iconic model, the moon landing watch (the first watch on the moon). He used to be extremely knowledgeable about watches when he was younger. He is wearing a Mammut shirt – a light summer shirt that is easily washed and dried.
We talk about The Beatles, Dylan, and
other great music (he mentions punk, reggae, and Frank Zappa) – not commercial
rubbish – and end up with more blue words when it morphs into a discussion
about recent cinematic release, Barbie, for which neither of us has any time.
He is Roman Catholic with a Buddhist
mindset, correcting himself as he goes, aware brushstroke words are capturing
him as we talk. He is relaxed about the portrait, an open door, inviting the
experience in. He considers aspects of Czechia (often there, less since his
parents passed away), Austria (seldom there these days), and Switzerland
provide him with the feeling of being at ‘home.’
We then talk about Sugar Man star
Rodriguez who died last week, Bill Fay, drinking alcohol and taking a break
from it (not for health reasons). He likes the state of mind of having a few
beers and relaxing but is bowled over by how good non-alcoholic beers taste.
So, he hasn’t missed alcohol at all.
In his earlier workdays
(post-chemistry education), Vaclav was responsible for a team, and fostered a
huge financial income and big business for his company, but he didn’t like it.
It wasn’t him. That shade not suiting him at all.
A ten-mile radius in Basel keeps his
whole family nearby. He tells me that his experience of parenthood is that
‘coming of age’ is difficult, but he remains extremely close with all three of
his daughters.
He then says, ‘I don’t give a shit if
I am this age (sixty, I believe)! I love wrinkles. I love them on my wife.’ He
went mostly bald at thirty, and he just wants to stay healthy and exercise. So,
we discuss the spectacular advantages of walking, and how it can extend a life.
Upbeat, not easy to get down, and an ice hockey goaltender (who trains once a
week and plays matches sometimes), Vaclav is someone full of surprises.
He’s a straight-talker and likes
sharing – online information, existential knowledge, you name it. He is
transparent, not pretending to be that which he is not. He doesn’t suffer fools
gladly, offers advice willingly, as it naturally spills forth from him, but the
best of all – he puts stock in being yourself. The best version of oneself will
suffice. Being unique is what matters, he says.
Vaclav is an inspiration, there is no
doubt about it. His words, ‘you can do it, you just haven’t learned it yet’
echo in my mind long after the video call has ended.

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