Josef Loužecký

"As I was interested in agriculture, one of my grandfathers was a farmer, so I applied to the agricultural school, which at that time was newly built and put into operation in Čáslav, the agricultural and technical school. But at the same time, the active chairman of the MNV, i.e. the local national committee, wanted to establish an united agricultural unit (UAU) and he also wanted my father to give our hectare of field to the UAU. And father said no. Well, the chairman did not hesitate, although I don't know why father said that, because up until that time mother had been going to help the farmers anyway, so she wouldn't have done anything else than what she had been doing up until then, that is, she would have been working in the fields again, as she had done before, but the chairman he was so active and wrote to the Prague factory where my father worked that he was disrupting the socialist order, that he did not want to give, he did not want to join the UAU with our piece of field. And in that factory, they called him to the personnel department and said: 'So you don't want to join the UAU? Well you know what, we'll let you go and go earn a living on that field.' Well, but first of all, my father wasn't interested in agriculture, and secondly, a hectare of field won't feed anyone, so he donated that field to the state and I wasn't allowed to go to agricultural school."

"I remember one time, it must have been in the summer or early spring, but I don't know the exact year, if it was 1944 or 1945, we were at Berounka, Černošice is actually on the banks of Berounka. And they came there for some kind of warm-up of the Hitler Youth, or the children, one might say, of the Hitler Youth, who lived almost in our neighborhood in the village in Černošice in an empty villa. And before their physical exercise, they put their equipment and weapons, that is, the belts with the knives, in piles on the shore and ran away at a trot, or at some sort of a run, along the shore. And since my friend Franta was a year older than me, he had more sense about everything, especially about the situation we were in all the time, and he said, come on, let's throw it into the river! So we threw those piles of them with the clothes into the river. When one of them somehow looked back and saw what we were doing, he told the others and they all turned and started running back. Fortunately, they ran far enough away, so we started to run home. I remember yelling all the way, but they didn't run after us because they were busy fishing their stuff out of the river, so luckily we didn't get hurt, they didn't even look for us.'