Věroslava Bojková

He was in Busin with a farmer. He didn't want him there anymore, well, he was afraid, I must say. What a connection it was. His father worked with my mother. So he says to her, 'He doesn't want him there anymore, I don't know how we'd do it.' So I went to see the boys [to the partisans] at the reunion, so I said, 'Could he come there?' And they agreed. So back home again. Mum told Dad, Dad told him and arranged what time it could be. Again it had to be arranged in detail that he was coming from Busin and I was coming from our place. We met as the intersection from Bohutin with that state road, and we followed them to Rovensko. Well, yes, but we came to Postřelmůvek and Postřelmůvek was full of German soldiers. You know, we were so shaken up... So we grabbed each other under the arm and yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo, yoo. We went together. He didn't come back, he stayed with the boys. I still don't know how I got home. I don't know... I don't know."

"All the windows were either demonted or opened, and three guns were set up in our present garden and aimed at Chromeč, saying that they would blast it as the Russians advanced. Before they did this, we had nothing cleverer to do, and we climbed up on the hillside and watched the Germans run away. Come on, we laughed. The bridge next to Chromec was not blown up yet. The Germans took off their clothes and left everything on the porch. They wore only the shirts, the boys. I didn't have anything more diligent, I went out, put on their uniform, cap, belt, pistol. Now I come into the kitchen, open the door, point the gun and say, 'Hände hoch!' What a stupid thing to do... Well, they jumped on me, took my gun. The laughing was over. I was laughing my ass off. I don't know if it was armed, if it was loaded or not. But at that moment I was disarmed, and they were undressed. That's as stupid as a man can do..."

“When my brother arrived home from Russia on a leave, he brought a friend who was in Russia with him, and he brought some of his friends with him. And I started dating one of them and we eventually walked down the aisle. He was a car repairman by profession and he worked in Zábřeh. When the Gestapo came for the first guy, somebody ran into the workshop and warned him that they were looking for him. They opened the window in the workshop and he jumped out. Then they closed the window and they scattered some metal chips around so that nobody would notice that it had been opened. The Gestapo men were searching for him and the other employees said that he had probably gone to see a doctor. But the others who had been involved in this as well had to escape, too. There was nothing else for them to do, because if they were after one of them, they were after all of them. They were making cars for Germans which were sent to the war front. They knew what to do so that the cars would later break down, but that they would leave the workshop in a perfect condition.”

“He just finished his vocational training in the Olšany paper mill as an electrician. They had to sent one worker to the Todt organization to construct bridges in Russia. He was the youngest one there and so he had to go. He even waved to us as he was leaving on the train. He got all the way to Poltava and then they were retreating from there. But the war front was moving there, and back, and there, and back again, and he remained with some Volhynian Czechs. But then the war front returned again and those people were transported to Germany to work there. He thus came to Germany under a false name of a brother of that Volhynian woman. He was not able to write letters home from Germany, and so he wrote a letter to somebody whom he trusted. The guys who worked in MEZ Postřelmov company took documents from a guy who had escaped to the partisans. They issued documents for him, certifying that he was doing some construction work there, and he was thus able to arrive home. He arrived home at night, but we were hiding one partisan in our house and I was on duty in Libina, and the two guys were hiding in our place. We kept locking the door all the time, and one day one of them needed to go to the toilet, which we had on the veranda, and meanwhile a guy from the village, who talked a lot, came there.”

“Whatever bread she had at home, she cut it all into pieces and gave it to them. They were supposed to spend the night at her farm, but I don’t know where they slept, because I was afraid. I had a small room there. The German woman gave them whatever food she had at home so that they would not be hungry. I don’t remember anymore if those prisoners were Russian or English.”