Ludmila Kunová

The Czech school was closed and we suddenly had to go to a German school. There were a lot of us. Whoever could, tried to escape, e.g. peope who had relatives inland. We were purely from Krasne Brezno, so we had nowhere to go. There were a lot of us Czechs in Krásný Březno. There were eight Czech girls only in my fourth grade. It was terrible. We came to school, the teacher didn't ask us if we understood or not. He wrote an article on the board, which we were supposed to copy. But it was in kurent. I was so unhappy! The teacher wouldn't let me go until I completed copying it. I was at that school until half past one. I came home crying. It was terrible. I cried when I went to that school, every morning I begged my mother not to let me go to that school. But my mother kindly explained to me that I had to go there, or that they would lock her up. "

"I walked through the gate of the fighters, I have goosebumps ... I walked through the gate of the fighters like a nineteen-year-old member of Sokol. And when I got in there and saw the huge stadium, I can't describe it. And when we were at the Spartakiad, we did not walk through the gate of the fighters but through the southern gate. Once you feel the Strahov mark under your feet, you won't forget. My daughter discovered my Sokol blouse and I practiced in that blouse. When we had the annoual gettogether, it was raining and the stadium was covered in yellow sand. As I have threwn my leg upwards I splashed the woman in front of me with it. And at the moment, I have also felt sand hitting my back. We were unable to wash it!"