Marie Henzlová

"My brother called from Boskovice, he was going to a school of economics there, he had acquaintances there, so he called the local authority, so that someone could come for him on a motorcycle, it was Saturday. My friend and I scrubbed the ground, as it was cleaned on Saturday, so we knelt on the ground and scrubbed the ground. He came to the kitchen, and before I got to him, all the neighbors came there. They surrounded him. So, I knelt back on the floor, cried and rubbed on."

"My father and brother were taken to a concentration camp in Flossenbürg, Bavaria, sometime in January. There they were going to a stone pit and my dad already had pneumonia and he was used to being more warm in the store, and so was my brother Tomáš. My dad died of pneumonia on March 7, and my brothers buried him by themselves into a mass grave in just a blanket. However later, the kapo found out, so they received twenty-five more wounds each. Then, the Americans were approaching, so they took them away from the front. My brother Tomáš already had a fever, he was no longer conscious, so he pushed his way to the truck. His brother did not want to leave him alone, he tried to keep him, but the SS soldier pushed him there, so my brother went up after him. And in Plattling [a city in Germany] they spent the night there in a shed, and he died in the morning. So, my brother buried him there in the meadow."

"One morning on November 7, my mother and I were still asleep, the Gestapo knocked on the door with their riffle butts, we came into the kitchen and all the men were already lying on the floor. Another neighbor got involved there, who came to ask if my brother would go to the mill to take the grain with him, it worked like that. So, he lay down with them. They drove them all into the truck and I was sent out of the cottage to go to some relatives."