{"id":5118,"date":"2026-05-09T12:50:23","date_gmt":"2026-05-09T10:50:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/?p=5118"},"modified":"2026-05-09T12:50:42","modified_gmt":"2026-05-09T10:50:42","slug":"usadila-sa-vo-mne-hlboko-ako-nezmyvatelne-sadze","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/usadila-sa-vo-mne-hlboko-ako-nezmyvatelne-sadze\/","title":{"rendered":"Usadila sa vo mne hlboko. Ako nezm\u00fdvate\u013en\u00e9 sadze"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Autor: Andrej Kuruc \/ Ilustr\u00e1cia: Roque Glass<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Text sme prv\u00fd raz publikovali v \u010d\u00edsle Zima 2025.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Hist\u00f3ria Galanty je uhladen\u00e1, ale s jemn\u00fdm n\u00e1dychom telenovely. Najprv tu boli neolitick\u00ed \u013eudia, potom kr\u00e1\u013e Belo IV., ktor\u00fd rozhodol, \u017ee \u201e\u00e1no, tu bude mesto, nech sa deje \u010doko\u013evek\u201c, a nakoniec pri\u0161li Esterh\u00e1ziovci. T\u00ed tu postavili ka\u0161tiele, ktor\u00e9 boli v z\u00e1sade barokov\u00fdmi verziami: \u201eUk\u00e1\u017e mi svoj soci\u00e1lny status.\u201c Nesk\u00f4r pri\u0161li Turci, \u010do v\u0161etko dramaticky sp\u00e1lili, a potom v 20. storo\u010d\u00ed pri\u0161la socialistick\u00e1 \u00e9ra, ktor\u00e1 domy s\u00edce nesp\u00e1lila, ale vizu\u00e1lne to ob\u010das vyzer\u00e1, akoby sa o to sna\u017eila.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Obyvate\u013estvo je kr\u00e1sne zmie\u0161an\u00e9: Slov\u00e1ci, Ma\u010fari a medzi nimi ve\u010dn\u00fd dial\u00f3g o tom, ktor\u00e1 kr\u010dma m\u00e1 lep\u0161ie hal\u00e1szl\u00e9. A karneval v meste? Symbolicky reprezentovan\u00fd Pam\u00e4tn\u00edkom Karola Ducho\u0148a. Lebo ak Galanta nie\u010do dala svetu, tak je to: \u201eCestu si n\u00e1jdem.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mesto cukrovaru, panel\u00e1kov a v lete v\u00f4ne, ktor\u00e1 sa mie\u0161ala s fermentuj\u00facim vzduchom. Sladk\u00e1 hniloba, \u010do sa lepila na poko\u017eku. Ke\u010f som bol die\u0165a, myslel som si, \u017ee to tak vonia svet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">V \u0161kole som mal sam\u00e9 jednotky. To bolo jedin\u00e9, \u010do ma dr\u017ealo nad vodou. Pam\u00e4t\u00e1m si ten de\u0148, ke\u010f som recitoval <em>Zakliatu pannu vo V\u00e1hu<\/em>. Chcel som, aby ma niekto ocenil. Ale trieda sa smiala. Jeden spolu\u017eiak olizoval koniec mopu a zreval:<br>\u201eTy si panic v z\u00e1pche!\u201c<br>Smiech sa odrazil od stien ako ozvena z pivnice. U\u010dite\u013eka sa d\u00edvala von oknom, vonku nar\u00e1\u017eali pinky do skla, jedna po druhej.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Po \u0161kole som zvykol chodi\u0165 domov okolo spa\u013eovne. Tam to v\u017edy hu\u010dalo \u2013 stroje, kom\u00edny, robotn\u00edci, ktor\u00ed vyfukovali paru z cigariet ako lokomot\u00edvy. Zaha\u013eovala v\u0161etko, \u010do som nechcel, aby bolo vidno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Kamar\u00e1tov som mal p\u00e1r. Zuzku, \u010do mala magnetof\u00f3n. Nahr\u00e1vali sme si rozpr\u00e1vky \u2013 o prasiatku a medved\u00edkovi. Hlas sa mi zmenil, no vtedy bol tenk\u00fd, neist\u00fd. Raz som sa pri tom rozosmial tak zvl\u00e1\u0161tne, \u017ee to znelo ako kv\u00edkanie.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">S bratrancom sme mali svoj bunker pod stolom. Mal som balzam na per\u00e1ch, v svetle lampy sa leskol ako krv. \u201eZachr\u00e1\u0148 ma, gener\u00e1l!\u201c kri\u010dal som. Bratranec sa zasmial: \u201eSi teplo\u0161.\u201c A potom ma prestal pozn\u00e1va\u0165. To slovo bolo ako hrdza, pomaly sa rozliezla po v\u0161etkom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Galanta nikdy nemala oce\u00e1n, ale mala svoje moria, tie z asfaltu po da\u017edi, ke\u010f sa v nich odr\u00e1\u017eali panel\u00e1ky. Ke\u010f som sa do nich pozrel, videl som sa v nich mal\u00fd a prevr\u00e1ten\u00fd. Tak ako ma videlo cel\u00e9 mesto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mama bola sir\u00e9na ob\u00e1v. Ke\u010f som me\u0161kal, st\u00e1la v kuchyni pri okne a volala:<br>\u201e\u017dije\u0161? Ja sa zbl\u00e1znim!\u201c<br>A ja som vedel, \u017ee to nie je metafora. V na\u0161om byte v\u0161etko vyd\u00e1valo zvuky, chladni\u010dka, hodiny aj ticho. Aj ticho hu\u010dalo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dnes, ke\u010f idem Galantou, vid\u00edm, ako sa v\u0161etko zmenilo, a predsa ni\u010d. Cukrovar je tich\u00fd, ale vo vzduchu e\u0161te st\u00e1le c\u00edti\u0165 t\u00fa star\u00fa sladk\u00fa \u00fazkos\u0165. Stanica m\u00e1 nov\u00fd n\u00e1pis, ale ten ist\u00fd pocit odch\u00e1dzania. Na cintor\u00edne maj\u00fa niektor\u00ed spolu\u017eiaci svoje prv\u00e9 adresy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Karol Ducho\u0148 vraj spieval o l\u00e1ske, lebo vedel, \u017ee inde sa o nej nehovor\u00ed. V Galante sa nehovorilo o l\u00e1ske, len o tom, \u010do sa patr\u00ed. A ja som sa vtedy b\u00e1l, \u017ee to, \u010do c\u00edtim, sa nepatr\u00ed.<br>\u017de by sa to muselo vysvetli\u0165.<br>A vysvet\u013eova\u0165 sa tam nepatrilo tie\u017e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ke\u010f sa vraciam k&nbsp;rodi\u010dom, v noci po\u010d\u00favam vlaky. Prech\u00e1dzaj\u00fa mestom ako spomienky, ktor\u00e9 nikdy celkom neod\u00eddu. Ich svetl\u00e1 mi na chv\u00ed\u013eu roz\u017eiaria steny, potom ich znova pohlt\u00ed tma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Girlanda<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Niekedy sa mi o \u0148om e\u0161te sn\u00edva. O Pa\u0165ovi. O tom, ako sme mali desa\u0165 a svet bol len mal\u00e1 ulica medzi \u0161kolou a nemocnicou, p\u00e1r orechov, bicykel a zamatov\u00e1 tma pod dekou, v ktorej sa dali ukry\u0165 v\u0161etky tajomstv\u00e1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Chodili sme spolu do \u0161tvrtej triedy. On sedel v lavici pri okne, ja v druhom rade. Cez prest\u00e1vku sa smial tak nahlas, a\u017e mu bolo vidie\u0165 v\u0161etky zuby, a mne sa ten smiech us\u00e1dzal niekde v hrudi, kde to p\u00e1lilo a \u0161teklilo z\u00e1rove\u0148.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Po vyu\u010dovan\u00ed sme boli nerozlu\u010dn\u00ed. Ke\u010f sme mali popoludn\u00ed \u0161kolu, doobeda sme sa stret\u00e1vali. On gitara, ja buben\u00edk. Tublatanka v na\u0161ich hlav\u00e1ch znela ako pr\u00eds\u013eub nie\u010doho ve\u013ek\u00e9ho.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">U kamar\u00e1tky sme raz sk\u00fa\u0161ali, ak\u00e9 je to by\u0165 dospel\u00fdmi. Ona si obliekla mamine \u0161aty, naliala malinovku do v\u00ednov\u00fdch poh\u00e1rov, rozlo\u017eila pr\u00edbor a zap\u00e1lila svie\u010dku. Ja s Pa\u0165om sme si dali sak\u00e1 po otcoch. Ona bola hostite\u013eka s dvomi n\u00e1padn\u00edkmi. V izbe visela papierov\u00e1 girlanda zo srdie\u010dok, vlastnoru\u010dne vystrihnut\u00e1. Ke\u010f sme sa v\u00e1\u013eali na posteli, smiali sa a hrali, \u017ee jeden z n\u00e1s ju po\u017eiada o ruku, svie\u010dka sa dotkla papiera. Zhorelo to r\u00fdchlo, girlanda, koberec, smiech. Dym. Krik. Potom trest. Na mesiac mala zaracha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">U m\u0148a doma sme sa s Pa\u0165om hrali na mamu a otca. Dali sme si dlh\u00e9 tri\u010dk\u00e1, ako no\u010dn\u00e9 ko\u0161ele. V\u017edy sa to za\u010dalo nevinne \u2013 \u201ety bude\u0161 mama, ja otec\u201c \u2013 a skon\u010dilo nie\u010d\u00edm, \u010do sme nevedeli pomenova\u0165. Raz sme si vyzliekli aj slipy. Nie preto, \u017ee by sme chceli, len&#8230; zvedavos\u0165. Telo druh\u00e9ho bolo tajomstvo, ktor\u00e9 sa nesmelo vyslovi\u0165, iba sa ho dotkn\u00fa\u0165. Na chv\u00ed\u013eu. Potom sme zo skrine sk\u00e1kali do per\u00edn, akoby sa ni\u010d nestalo. Ale nie\u010do sa predsa stalo. Nie\u010do, \u010do sa mi ulo\u017eilo pod ko\u017eu. Vtedy som e\u0161te netu\u0161il, \u017ee to, \u010do som c\u00edtil, m\u00e1 meno. \u017de existuj\u00fa mu\u017ei, ktor\u00ed sa obj\u00edmaj\u00fa potajomky, aby ich nikto nevidel, a \u017ee sa to raz bude t\u00fdka\u0165 aj m\u0148a.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Raz som tancoval na piese\u0148 The Sun Always Shines on T.V. od A-ha. Bol som baletka. On mi tlieskal. Na chv\u00ed\u013eu sa tv\u00e1ril, \u017ee je to v poriadku, \u017ee to cel\u00e9 je len hra. Ale v jeho o\u010diach bolo nie\u010do, \u010do si pam\u00e4t\u00e1m dodnes, zmes \u00fa\u017easu a strachu. Ako keby v tej chv\u00edli videl nie\u010do, \u010do nechcel pochopi\u0165.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Na dvore nemocnice r\u00e1stli orechy. Liepali sme sa po nich, po k\u00f4re drsnej ako ko\u017ea star\u00fdch \u013eud\u00ed. Ke\u010f ma vozil na bicykli, obj\u00edmal som ho okolo p\u00e1sa. C\u00edtil som jeho pot, teplo, \u017eivot.<br>Bol to m\u00f4j prv\u00fd dotyk s t\u00fa\u017ebou, ktor\u00e1 sa neodv\u00e1\u017ei pomenova\u0165 samu seba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Potom odi\u0161iel. Do \u0161portovej triedy. Videl som ho raz, dvakr\u00e1t. Na chodbe, v \u0161atni.<br>Pozrel sa inam. Za\u010dal sa mi vyh\u00fdba\u0165, akoby to, \u010do medzi nami bolo, bolo len nie\u010do, \u010do sa stalo omylom. Roky som si myslel, \u017ee som si to cel\u00e9 vymyslel. Ale v\u017edy, ke\u010f po\u010dujem A-ha, ke\u010f c\u00edtim v\u00f4\u0148u horiaceho papiera, ke\u010f sa mi v sne mihne bicykel a oran\u017eov\u00e9 svetlo doobedia, viem, \u017ee to bolo skuto\u010dn\u00e9. \u017de niektor\u00e9 l\u00e1sky nepre\u017eij\u00fa ani piatu triedu, ale zostan\u00fa v tele nav\u017edy. Ako jazva po pop\u00e1len\u00ed, ktor\u00e1 sa hoj\u00ed, no nikdy nezmizne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Flauta<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Po \u0161kole som chodil do parku, kde st\u00e1l sch\u00e1tran\u00fd Esterh\u00e1zyho pal\u00e1c. Z \u010dasu na \u010das tam niekto kosil tr\u00e1vu, ale v\u00e4\u010d\u0161inou to miesto p\u00f4sobilo, akoby sa na\u0148 d\u00e1vno zabudlo. Zaparkoval som modr\u00fd bicykel Sobi 20, mamin, a pozeral sa na neogotick\u00e9 m\u00fary, z ktor\u00fdch sa olupovala omietka. Ka\u017ed\u00fd obl\u00fak, ka\u017ed\u00fd kamenn\u00fd prvok vo mne preb\u00fadzal t\u00fa\u017ebu po inom svete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Kie\u017e by som tam mohol patri\u0165. Kie\u017e by ma niekto obliekol do \u0161\u013eachtick\u00fdch nohav\u00edc s bielymi podv\u00e4zkami, navliekol mi paroch\u0148u a zavesil na krk medail\u00f3n s vo\u0148avkou. Chcel som by\u0165 mal\u00fd dvoran, niekde medzi detskou hrou a d\u00e1vnym snom o kr\u00e1se.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Na hudobn\u00fa som chodil do starej budovy s v\u00f4\u0148ou prachu a vosku. Hral som na flaute.<br>Teda, mal som hra\u0165. U\u010dite\u013e, p\u00e1n s \u010dervenou tv\u00e1rou, v\u017edy kri\u010dal, ke\u010f som zle dr\u017eal n\u00e1stroj, ke\u010f som nevedel n\u00e1js\u0165 t\u00f3n, ke\u010f som sa z\u013eakol vlastn\u00e9ho dychu. \u201eZle! Zle!\u201c hul\u00e1kal, a ja som sa triasol, ako list, \u010do nevie, kam dopadne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Namiesto n\u00f4t som \u010d\u00edtal predstavy. V nich som st\u00e1l v pal\u00e1ci, pred sebou mlad\u00e9ho \u0161\u013eachtica s krojen\u00fdmi \u00fastami, \u010do sa na m\u0148a usmieva t\u00fdm ist\u00fdm sm\u00fatkom, ak\u00fd som poznal z vlastn\u00e9ho zrkadla. \u201ePo\u010f za mnou,\u201c hovoril ticho. A ja som i\u0161iel, aspo\u0148 v duchu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Viedol ma chodbami, kde horeli fakle. Na sten\u00e1ch ornamenty, akoby ich vyryl s\u00e1m Dante \u2013 tel\u00e1 poprepletan\u00e9, ruky, \u010do sa navz\u00e1jom h\u013eadaj\u00fa a m\u00ed\u0148aj\u00fa. V obrovsk\u00fdch zrkadl\u00e1ch sa odr\u00e1\u017eali romantick\u00ed anjelici so zlat\u00fdmi vlasmi. A ja som v nich zrazu videl seba, tak\u00e9ho, ak\u00fd som chcel by\u0165, kr\u00e1sneho, krehk\u00e9ho, \u017eiadan\u00e9ho.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201eZle!\u201c ozvalo sa op\u00e4\u0165. U\u010dite\u013e buchol po prstoch, t\u00f3n sa zlomil, ja tie\u017e. Flauta v mojich ruk\u00e1ch st\u00edchla. Nevedel som vyf\u00faknu\u0165 ni\u010d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Tane\u010dn\u00e1<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">V mestskom kult\u00farnom centre sme chodili na tane\u010dn\u00fa. Ani neviem, pre\u010do som sa prihl\u00e1sil.<br>Mo\u017eno som chcel zapadn\u00fa\u0165. Mo\u017eno som nechcel by\u0165 ten \u010dudn\u00fd. Ale pravda je tak\u00e1, \u017ee ma tanec bavil. Foxtrot, polka, val\u010d\u00edk. Kroky, \u010do sa u\u010dia ako modlitba, telo si ich pam\u00e4t\u00e1 sk\u00f4r ne\u017e hlava. Ladn\u00e9 pohyby. N\u00e1klon. Jemn\u00e9 vedenie, ktor\u00e9 nikde inde v \u017eivote nefungovalo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ale m\u00f4j zadok mal svoj vlastn\u00fd \u017eivot. A ten provokoval polovicu s\u00e1ly. Chalani z ved\u013eaj\u0161ej triedy sa na m\u0148a pozerali s v\u00fdrazom, ktor\u00fd bol kdesi medzi poh\u0155dan\u00edm a nie\u010d\u00edm, \u010do by som dnes nazval skrytou t\u00fa\u017ebou.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Posmievali sa. Oblizovali si jazyky tak, aby to vyzeralo nechutne. Jeden napodob\u0148oval moje pohyby: prehnut\u00fd chrb\u00e1t, jemn\u00e9 z\u00e1p\u00e4stia, ako\u017ee \u201eprinc na b\u00e1le\u201c, ale s v\u00fdsmechom v ka\u017edom geste.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Bol sexy. Samozrejme, \u017ee bol. To je ten probl\u00e9m: t\u00ed, \u010do ubli\u017euj\u00fa, b\u00fdvaj\u00fa \u010dasto pr\u00e1ve t\u00ed, na ktor\u00fdch sa nechceme presta\u0165 pozera\u0165.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Keby som bol vtedy Superman, chytil by som ho za tri\u010dko, pritla\u010dil k&nbsp;stene a\u2026 no, ve\u010f vie\u0161.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A potom, a\u017e ove\u013ea nesk\u00f4r, vy\u0161lo najavo, \u017ee aj on bol gej. Samozrejme. Ako inak. A ja som si prv\u00fdkr\u00e1t uvedomil, \u017ee t\u00e1 strat\u00e9gia je star\u0161ia ne\u017e v\u0161etky na\u0161e dediny, kostoly, tane\u010dn\u00e9 s\u00e1ly a kult\u00farne domy: Najprv \u00fato\u010d\u00ed\u0161 na to, \u010do \u0165a l\u00e1ka. Aby to nikto in\u00fd nevidel. Aby si to nevidel ani ty.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Autor: Andrej Kuruc \/ Ilustr\u00e1cia: Roque Glass Text sme prv\u00fd raz publikovali v \u010d\u00edsle Zima 2025. Hist\u00f3ria Galanty je uhladen\u00e1, ale s jemn\u00fdm n\u00e1dychom telenovely. Najprv tu boli neolitick\u00ed \u013eudia, potom kr\u00e1\u013e Belo IV., ktor\u00fd rozhodol, \u017ee \u201e\u00e1no, tu bude mesto, nech sa deje \u010doko\u013evek\u201c, a nakoniec pri\u0161li Esterh\u00e1ziovci. T\u00ed tu postavili ka\u0161tiele, ktor\u00e9 boli <a href=\"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/usadila-sa-vo-mne-hlboko-ako-nezmyvatelne-sadze\/\" class=\"more-link\">&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5146,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[261,257,6],"tags":[266,681,674,138,408],"class_list":["post-5118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-komentare-a-analyzy","category-literatura","category-pribehy-lgbti-ludi","tag-from-qys","tag-galanta","tag-kvir-bedeker","tag-pribeh","tag-slovensko"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5119,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118\/revisions\/5119"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5146"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/duhovyrok.sk\/qys\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}