Jolana Kucíková

“Somewhere in the yard she had a hole dug and prepared to be able to sit inside until the war ended. Secretly we used to walk around, quietly singing, so that she heard us and we talked together.” “You probably didn’t talk to her, but just to each other so that she heard you, is that right?” “Yes, that’s right. She used to cry when he heard us. However, if she didn’t hear us, she would be worried about us, about what happened to us. We didn’t want to walk that way with my sister – assuming mom didn’t know about us anyway, as we couldn’t hear her. But then one of my mom’s good friends told us, that mom needed to hear us, to make sure we were all right because of how much evil was in the world. She explained us the situation and since then we used to walk around there and sing. We even looked up different kinds of poems in magazines mentioning the word mom and that’s what we read to her. This way we would go there as to study – but for real we were reading to her, to make her happy.”

“If it had spread out more, she would’ve needed to change the place of hiding immediately. It didn’t work in a way that she went somewhere and stayed sitting there. During a short period of time she was at various different places. Always at a different household, in their yard or cellar.”