I discovered the Jewish poet Jiri Orten only through researching people buried in the New Jewish Cemetery in Prague, and felt ashamed that I had never heard his name, or about his tragic death (he was hit by an ambulance and rejected from a hospital for being Jewish during Nazi occupation). It was an absurd story, like something from a Kafka novel. And then I read Orten's poem, A Small Elegy, and felt extremely close to him. He was my age exactly when he wrote the poem, and I felt I had to make something in his memory.