Libuše Jehličková

„And down in the square at St. Wenceslas Polish skinny prisoners were brought, who sent down strands asking for some food or clothing. And daddy packed them a bit of food and his last pyjamas that his mother was telling him off, and he said to her: "Libuše, be quiet, I may not even need it." And he did not, because they killed him the next day up on the radio buildin, where he was coming from a side street over the roofs. Being a dead man, he had a pink color on his sleeve, which the roof was painted against fire, in order not to burn. There, at the time of death, his watch had stopped, as the doctor had said. It was supposed to be at half past four in the morning, when they shot him through the yard with a bullet right into his heart.“

“And what really moved me when I saw his tomb [Jan Palach´s], where we went to place the candles. They dug the mother´s son out of the grave. What kind of communistic hyenism was it...? Dig the dead body out of the grave that bothered us, because we went to burn candles. Not even the fascists did anything like that. He had a tomb at the Olšany cemetery. Today the grave is only a symbolical one. A metal statue lying on the grave, because the body is not in there. They picked him up and burnt him without asking his mother. I cannot understand it. I read something similar in a book about Toufar. They let his niece going from prison to prison for three years, even though she had no money looking for her uncle. They did not even write her a letter to tell her that her uncle had been dead for three years.”