The First Breton of Prague

My next tale has happened long after the story of Brieg Keravel and the foundation of "Diwan". To be exact, 26 years later. I, aged 13, went to "the French institute of Prague" - the most French place in the city, I thought (and I was mistaken, thanks God). Actually, I went to "a reading" about Brittany and was expecting a French geographer and some pictures, etc. but it wasn't that at all.


He stood there with his forehead high, his voice strong but velvet soft and his people around him - a vision of a knight or even the "duc de Bretagne".

Actually, it was a real knight but what makes him noble isn't his ring or a long family tree but his heart floating on the Atlantic and always loyal to his ancestors and "la Bretagne". The first Breton of Prague - a city so far from the sea or Brittany, a city where people meet, a city of thousand towers and thousand nationalities, the city where I was born.
Sometimes his sight seems so far-away, like returning back home. That day in the French institute he was talking about his friend living on an isle just in front of his house, the sea and the seagulls and he was singing an ancient Breton song:

And the poor people used to say :

« Sing, Merlin, sing, do not delay!»

(the whole lyrics)

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When this was finished, I was afraid that I will never see him again so all of that day has cut deep into my memory and I could tell you the tale a hundred years later as if it was yesterday.

I've met the first Breton of Prague... and not for the last time...

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(to learn more about him & his band)