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This post is the share the tragic news that Ondřej, OJ as most of you knew him, had an accident in the early hours of Tuesday morning and shortly afterwards died from his injuries. He was living in Tenerife over the winter, and was out at the Santa Cruz street party, dancing and enjoying himself. Without realising he crossed into a dangerous area to have more space to dance, and from there he fell. He was dancing when he died.
We are devastated and shocked beyond belief. OJ first came to Boodaville in May 2015 when we picked him up hitch-hiking, he joined us for the festival and then came back in October to help out with a course. He fell in love with Boodaville and came back in April 2016 and lived there until November. In our last conversation on Sunday he told me he had booked his flights to come back on the 1st April to live at Boodaville again, and he told me many times that he wanted to live there permanently. Boodaville was going to be his future.
Most of you will have met him at Boodaville, and saw him there in his favourite place. You know his beautiful smile, his playfulness, his relaxed attitude. We were friends, co-workers and he was like one of our family. In November he stayed in our house before heading south for winter and his relationship with our daughter Kira was very special, they brought each other much joy. He said many times that he wanted children of his own, to live and run free at Boodaville too.
With the gift of his time, his work, his dedication and with his drive to make Boodaville successful he has had a huge impact on the project, he played a vital role and his death has left a huge hole. I’m not sure how Boodaville moves on, or when, but I know that he would want more than anything that we continue, and we will find a way to carry on the activities this year.
Below are some comments and tributes, please add anything you would like to share in the comments section. More than anything our thoughts are with his mother Martina, and we want her to know about his life in the last year (she hasn’t seen him since June 2016 – he has a flight booked to see her on the 23rd March) and to hear from the many people who loved him.
Love, peace, let’s all look after each other.
At the begining when I first met Oj, I didn’t really understand why a young guy like OJ like to be in a kind of isolated place like Boodaville, after a while I understood, he was looking for a different aproach to life, he was looking for experiences and the best things that happen at Boodaville are the people who get involved with the project, looking for a change or people who want something diferent, Oj was definitely one of those. To be honest I was a bit jealous of him he was doing what he wants, listening to his Czech rap (that I hate it), meeting nice people and have cold beer when he could without thinking much about anything else.
After being at Boodaville for 7 months he was at our house 2 weeks, resting for his new adventures around spain, without knowing exacly what to do, but knowing than it will be good at this time at home he was very helpful, sometimes cooking for us, playing with Kira, planning his return to Boodaville with Anna and at night waching TV with me sometimes waching some crap and sometimes some good stuff without talking much but respecting each other, during this days I feel him like my young brother, after this 15 days with us, he left us and I had the chance to give him a big hug and say “hasta luego” and wish him luck…, at this point he told me that we should keep something of each other and he give me an iron spoon than his mother give him and he took a coconout wood spoon from the draw, a very special one for me too and he knows, so he told me to look after it and he will do the same with my spoon, I thought was someting silly to do, but then I realize, the idea was to somhow think about each other, good one Oj! Thanks
He was a nice guy, looking for better life, without harming anyone, I’m happy that we find each other on this search, it is very sad what happens but at least he die in a way that he was trying to enjoy life.
I feel so sorry for his mother I can not truly believe how empty she must feel.
We will remember you! We will speak about you. Bernat
We spent 7weeks with OJ at one of his favourite places, Boodaville.
Living as a close community, people came and left Boodaville, from our time the one constant was OJ. We shared food, stories, beer and workload – learning from each other and living like one family under the stars.
He brought energy, dynamism and spirit to daily living, not quite thinking, yet not dreaming – truly living in the moment.
We spoke at length about our lives, shared stories and experiences, music and movies, jokes and games (for better or worse).
OJ spoke with great fondness of his close friends from home and people he had hitchhiked and travelled with. We talked about family, Ondrej talked of his mother almost every day. He missed her deeply whilst on his adventures.
We sit shocked at what has happened, not quite able to comprehend how a soul so so full of life can be taken in a cruel twist of fate. OJ left an indelible mark on people he met and places he visited – you will be sorely missed brother.
We will sing again.
Na zdraví a dobrou noc.
Martin & Beth
When I think of Ondrej, I think of him with a mischievous smile, his beautiful eyes sparkling with the thought of a joke or a trick, or an idea for something fun.
I’d just like to say that although I didn’t know OJ very long, he was one of those people you have an instant connection with. He was one of the warmest, happiest, loveliest and most generous spirits I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was like a little Ray of sunshine floating around Boodaville. He was such an integral part of the project for me! He will always be there in spirit!!
And he gave THE BEST HUGS!!!!, Orla
Recientemente hemos conocido la trágica noticia de que Ondřej u “OJ”, como la mayoría de vosotros sabéis, tuvo un accidente la madrugada del martes y pocas horas después murió a causa de sus heridas. Vivía en Tenerife durante el invierno y estaba fuera en la fiesta de Santa Cruz, bailando y disfrutando. Cruzó a un edificio peligroso para tener más espacio para bailar y cayó desde ahí. Estaba bailando cuando murió.Estamos realmente muy impactados. OJ vino a Boodaville por primera vez en mayo de 2015 cuando lo recogimos en autostop, nos acompañó durante el festival y después volvió en octubre para ayudarnos con un curso. Se enamoró de Boodaville y volvió en abril de 2016, donde estuvo viviendo hasta noviembre. En nuestra última conversación el domingo me contó que había reservado los vuelos para volver a Boodaville el 1 de abril y vivir allí otra vez; me dijo muchas veces que quería vivir allí permanentemente. Boodaville iba a ser su futuro.
Muchos de vosotros le habréis conocido en Boodaville, su lugar favorito. Conocéis su preciosa sonrisa, su actitud traviesa y desenfada. Éramos amigos, colegas y era como uno más de la familia. En noviembre estuvo en nuestra casa antes de irse al sur para el invierno y su relación con nuestra hija Kira fue muy especial, disfrutando de su mutua compañía. Me dijo muchas veces que quería tener hijos propios para que también vivieran y corrieran libres por Boodaville.
El regalo de su tiempo, su trabajo, su dedicación y su tesón para hacer que Boodaville sea un éxito, ha tenido un enorme impacto en el proyecto, llegando a adoptar un rol vital, y su muerte ha dejado un gran hueco. No estoy segura de cómo Boodaville va seguir sin él, pero sé que él habría querido más que ninguna otra cosa que continuásemos y encontrásemos la forma de seguir con las actividades este año.
Puesto que hay algunos comentarios y tributos, por favor añadid lo que queráis compartir en la sección de comentarios. Más que nada nuestros pensamientos están con su madre Martina, y queremos que sepa sobre su vida del último año (no le ha visto desde junio de 2016, él tenía reservado un vuelo para ir a verla el 23 de marzo) y para que escuche los testimonios de tanta gente que lo quería.
Con amor y paz, cuidemos los unos de los otros.