“I was born in Náchod, also my parents were born in Náchod. And unfortunately, like my Mum was from a Jewish family, my Dad was from quite a religious catholic family. Well, it can´t have been too easy for them at that time when they wanted to get married. Because their parents were probably not too excited. And I had a nine years older sister too. Then I was born. And when I was about five years old, to break it short a little, I got whooping cough, and whooping cough was at that time very persistent. So my Mum´s sister took me to her to Beroun and I actually stayed there for the whole five years. Well, they took me home for every feast and holidays. And always, when I returned, I was sitting in a corner and crying and my aunt said: ´So if you are missing them, we will go to Náchod.´ But I had there already those my own things. And I liked them very much, the aunt and uncle. And so I always got over it. And I stayed there until 1940. And my uncle said one day: ´Eva must go to Náchod, it looks horrible!´ Everything probably. I didn´t understand that either. You know that at the age of eleven or twelve the person is completely different and at that time in general, we children were so naïve. And so they took me to Náchod then. And they went then as ones of the first, absolutely ones of the first, straight to Poland. They didn´t go over Terezín at all, went straight to Poland and somewhere near Lodz, somewhere there they perished soon. Well, and so I was then at home, I went to school in Náchod for about two weeks and Mrs director said: ´Well, Eva, you can´t come here, because… well, it is not possible.´ So I, then my Mum or parents found for me, in Hronov they took me to school again, so I went to Hronov. And there for about three weeks again, probably somebody didn´t wish it, well. So I stopped going to Hronov as well. Then I took lessons, so that I wouldn´t grow too idiotic. Here in the New World there were the Bandlers, they were Jews too, and their Irena still had time to do the school leaving exam, and so I went to see her every morning and she was teaching me. She was so flimsy… She didn´t come back then either, none of them came back. So I went to her to take lessons. I already started to wear the star at that time too, I carried always a book over it because I was ashamed of it terribly. It was in 1942, they were going to transport again, so then I was there… somebody did me… Here a Paták family lived and Mrs teacher Patáková was not afraid and I took lessons from her then too. But then, in the end it was not possible any more either, because you know how the regime… So somebody said: ´The girl takes lessons from the teacher.´ And everybody with it… Well, and then, I don´t know, then I was probably at home for some time and in 1943 in May I went to Terezín.”