Jolana Kucíková

“We woke up one day and mom was gone. When we cried, somebody told us, she had to leave, but that she will be back soon. So we calmed down a bit. You can’t even imagine those little children’s souls… Like little nestlings, so frightened we were that we sat the whole day in the kitchen and waited when our mom would return home.”

“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.”