Jiri is 16 years old and hungry. He's skinny as a twig, this Slovakian lad, but it's not food that he craves. Rather, he lusts after something bigger: great bleeding chunks of success.
Born in the year of his country's independence from Soviet domination, Jiri never knew what it was like to live with the Ivans on his neck. But his parents told him about the misery they endured during a half-century of totalitarian rule, and since earliest childhood he experienced for himself the economic insanity that results when a small nation like Slovakia attempts to fast-forward into the modern world.
By Western standards, Jiri is poor. He owns virtually nothing -- no Game Boy, no iPod, not even a soccer ball to call his own. His clothes look as if they were purchased decades before from People's Ill-Fitting Apparel Factory #3. But Jiri has something far more valuable than gadgets or finery. He has a plan.
I met him on a train to Bratislava, at the end of his summer holiday. The next morning he would rise at 6:00, arrive at school by 7:00, and begin a typical day: classes in the Slovak language, English, German, history, geography, two levels of mathematics, two of science, and a couple other subjects I couldn't quite catch.
Jiri's free time is spent almost entirely in study. His intention is to graduate from high school with honors, attend a well-regarded university, and pursue both an MBA and a law degree at the same time. Then -- well, then he will really get busy.