Vojtěch Matyáš

“An inmate is an inmate everywhere – regardless of whether he’s imprisoned in Ilava or in Leopoldov, or in the uranium mines. He’s not evena human being. You just have your number and you’re not being considered to be a man. You’re just a number to them.”

“In March, I served at a well-off farmer in Slovakia. He was so rich but he would give me hardly any food at all. Once, he sent me to the forest to get some fire wood. He didn’t give me any food for the day, not a slice of bread! On the way back home, I was very exhausted. Even the horse was tired so we stopped frequently to have a rest. It was freezing cold and a snow storm was raging. Neither the horse, nor me had what we needed. Slovakia is a Christian country. But how can you be a Christian, if you’re exploiting people instead of helping them? They just wanted more and more, everything for themselves. Then I went away and served at another Slovak. But it wasn’t any better. When they didn’t give me any money I left again. Everybody treated me badly. Since my youth, I had been exploited. The parish and the so-called Christians. When you’re constantly being treated this way, you easily do something bad yourself. I’ve never got to know love, only wrongdoing. That makes you steal things and do things like that. Great poverty leads to ruin. That’s how it was with me. I was ready to do anything.”

“For religious reasons, I refused to work on Saturdays. It was in the Vojna camp. They put me in a concrete building that comprised ten little rooms. I was locked inside one of them. It was a completely bare room, there was nothing inside, not even a bed. They poured water inside and I had to stand in the water for the whole day. It was in the winter and it was freezing. I was dressed lightly and my feet were all red from the cold. Thank God my feet are alright today.”

“Once I came to the forest. I met a forest ranger. He had a beautiful watch and a rifle. I had a hatchet. At that moment, I didn’t think about the consequences. I killed him and took the watch and the rifle. I thought to myself – now I have a gun a bullets, I can steal anything. But later, I felt remorse and I felt sorry for him. I hid the rifle and I fled.”

“They gave us very little food. It was unbearable because if you have to work so hard and only get so little food, you can’t last for long. The whole camp revolted. I didn’t join the insurgents. I’m not that type of a person. But the wardens were well prepared for the situation. They had their machine guns and they were fired at the crowd right away.”

“I worked several years in Jáchymov. It was a torture. I spent my whole shift in the shaft. They poured water inside the shaft so I was wet the moment I started to work. My job was to take away the stone. It was all about meeting the daily target. For me, it was too tough of a job because I was too weak for this kind of job. I didn’t manage to comply with the targets. As punishment, I received lower food rations. Often times they would send me down to the shaft again without any food. As many times before, I was hungry again.”