Alena Kleckerová

"On the border, as they say, which was the area between Loštice and Mohelnice, there was a guard box. That was being demolished, and we had a Scout cabin there. I was a little firefly, and we actually more hanging around than actually doing anything. It was my dad who arranged for the boards to be taken and transported to Loštice, and that turned into a Scout lodge. I still remember going to the opening. Those were aubergines, which was a Scout designation. Unfortunately, I don't have it because the aulet fell apart, and it said in gold letters about opening the cottage."

"They got to Zdeněk Martinec, who came to Loštice, and there my mother packed him suitcases with civilian clothes, including a hat, to make my father look a bit more like a human. He returned in the direction of Loštice, however, he did not get off in Moravičany, but he went all the way to Cervenka and took a detour to the forest, which is called “Na strelnici”, where he could see his birthplace where his sister lived. He waited till the night, and then he got to her, and by morning he slept on the haystack and disappeared into the woods again. To let him know that there was nothing going on in Loštice, she hung a sheet, and he saw from the forest that the air was clear, and for the night he returned to his sister. But he was in a terrible state, swollen from head to toe, and somehow my mother managed to convince the local Doctor Kukula, whom she trusted not to say anything, to visit him and treat him. He came to check him see my aunt’s and said, 'Expect him to last more no than a fortnight.' He had a lot of swelling, angina pectoris, joints plundered from rheumatism, and his heard seemed it wouldn’t make it. My mom however knew some advice from folk medicine, that juniper tea helps drainage. And it helped, and the doctor was completely ecstatic because he didn't think my father would make it. He survived and stayed with my aunt until the end of the war, and only then did he return to the pub where we lived."