From my proud position on the shelf, alongside the Golden Globe and the Cannes Film Festival's Palme d'Or, I, the Oscar statue, have watched over Miloš Forman's remarkable journey. His story echoes around me, and each day I come to cherish it more. Born in Czechoslovakia in 1932, tragedy struck young Miloš when both his parents perished in concentration camps. Despite such profound loss, he grew to be a formidable storyteller. He sharpened his directorial skills at FAMU, the Film Academy in Prague, delivering powerful films that both captivated and subtly defied the communist regime. By the late 1960s, the shifting political landscape of Czechoslovakia and the allure of Hollywood led Miloš to the U.S., a move that would shape his destiny. His American journey introduced masterpieces like "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," "Amadeus," "The People vs. Larry Flynt," and "Man on the Moon." Each time he crafted magic on screen, I, the Oscar, knew I'd be in good company with his other awards. Yet, despite the fame, the glitz, and the glamour that surrounded him, he never lost his essence. He remained rooted in his Czech heritage, always cherishing the lessons from his homeland. His laughter was infectious, his stories captivating, and his spirit indomitable. From this shelf, I've seen the best of Miloš Forman, the man who turned personal struggles into cinematic masterpieces. And while I am but a silent observer, a mere statue of recognition, I stand proudly, bearing witness to the legacy of a true artist.