Alena Lorencová

"It was a terrible week. It kept raining and raining and we were thinking of them, wondering how the children were doing there. Well, what happened was they were camping between those two ponds there – and they released water from pond in Možděnice. The camp was flooded, and my dear little brother arrived home just with his rucksack – and nothing in it. The water took everything. They have saved the tents, but all their small belongings were gone."

"To be grateful that they can do it, that they are allowed to. And to try to protect the nature, and to watch out for things around them – to take notice of the vandals who cause damage to the nature, who destroy benches and everything. If the police is not paying attention to it, then they should do it in their free time, when they walk around and look around themselves, and not let the others destroy it, whether in the cities or in nature."

"At that time I was already participating on the camp. It was a girls' camp, but it was not set up in the same place, because the stream was nearby and they were scared after the flood. Our camp was thus located right by the pond, behind the mill. It was nice, because the miller would come to visit us in the evenings. We would sit by the campfire, sing, and the miller, who was a great story-teller, would come to us, and we always looked forward to seeing him. Otherwise it was a regular camp. We practiced knot-tying and first aid to pass the time. We also held regular duties. There were not many of us, just a small group, perhaps six or eight tents. We were going for walks in the forest, marking the trails and following the markings."

"It was not a tent camp, we stayed in some pub or something like that. There was a hall inside where they prepared straw mattresses for us on the floor and let us use the kitchen. It was great that we could cook there. The entire village gathered there when we arrived. We introduced ourselves and told them that we would like to help them; it was the harvest time. When the farmers and landholders saw us, each of them picked some of our older kids. But the children didn't mind, they were helping them and they all liked it. They were outside in the healthy air, doing whatever was needed: babysitting, raking… I was thus left with the younger children who were closer to me. We didn't have to do anything, and so we were going for walks, I tried to... we would read or learn something, talk about things, and we had fun. Evenings were the best: there was a nice little meadow behind the village, a secluded place with trees, and we would all gather there, including the older children who worked with the farmers. We would sing and the young people from Libchavy would come to join us, and it was really nice, and they liked to remember it afterwards. At the end they came to say good-bye to us and some of our children even received some reward from them."