After a good jog in the morning, she opens the door with wet hair and a blueberry cheesecake in one hand. She lives on a former farm with a spacious garden full of large trees, flowers and herbs. “Stop it!” she scolds the goat, who is getting stuck in the roses. From her grandparents’ once large farm, only the dog, the rabbits and said goat, who is now about to ransack the well-kept garden, remain. Kateřina sits beneath a walnut tree and drinks coffee from an old, hand-painted cup and tells the story of how she started playing the French horn.
“Our father was a keen amateur musician – he played the trumpet. Maybe he wanted to live his unfulfilled life dream through his children, and he actually succeeded in that. My brother Jirka and I earn a living from music. As a small girl, I started playing the flute. When I was nine, my dad took me to a friend who played the horn in an orchestra. He handed the instrument to me so I could try it. I actually would have preferred to play the flute, but I didn’t have the courage to resist. I’m happy about it now though, because the horn actually suits me nicely.” When talking, Kateřina holds the shiny instrument so gently in her hands, as if it were alive. “You have to have a relationship with this instrument, you have to like it, you have to enjoy it.”