Antonie Militká

Transports were running and we were in a "Transportleitung" and we had to help. Because the transports were dispatched to Theresienstadt, back, and of course there have been a lot of Poles, Germans and other nationalities. They all came to Theresienstadt. They gathered them everywhere and brought to Theresienstadt. The wagons were awful - seventy people in one wagon, and only twenty living. Fifty were dead. And the bodies had to be pulled out and taken away. The food and everything, it was miserable. Some of the Poles, poor them, they even weren´t people anymore. Only bones held them together somehow. The Theresienstadt was not ready yet. For example a soup was poured into barrels to give it to them. So they stood there for a while and suddenly began to beat to get to eat. So they upset the soup and did not have anything. And so on - it was life-threatening. And they brought serious illnesses - typhoid and everything.

They led us to Holešov station. They led us before three o'clock at night so as little as possible people could saw us through the window. At this time, it wasn´t also likely that someone will go in the streets. So we went to the station. We were one hundred and fifty men. Gestapo men accompanied us. Suddenly I saw my father standing at the bus stop, there were also others - mothers and fathers. They learned in Prague (Jewish) community that the transport goes around that stop. They pretended they were waiting for the tram. And as we walked, I suddenly saw my father among them. He ran into the line and gave me a packet of drugs, wool and everything else he got or was advised in the Prague community. He hugged me and one Gestapo officer told him: "You can come with us! You can come with us! If you do not leave immediately, you´ll come with us!" But dad didn´t want to leave, he had not the strength to leave. And I told him: "Dad, go, please go, you can not go with us, you can not! Mommy is home, and Karlíček also, you have to save them! Do not worry, nothing will happen to me." So after all he left because he realized that wherever he steps, right, left, it´s awful everywhere. He waved to me yet and this was the last time we´ve seen each other.

Once my brother went to the hallway, it was ten o'clock at night. He turned on the light and there stood Mrs. Jílková. He told me later he was terribly scared. And she said, "Karlíček, don´t be worry, it's me, I'm waiting here. Today came Gestapo and questioned about you. And I said, I do not know where you are and what you're doing, that I don´t see you. They threatened me that if I will not speak the truth, they´ll shot my husband who does forced labour in Germany." She lived in the street Hybešova with three children. And she said: "And then when they started yelling at me that they´ll shot my husband, I said that sometimes I see you. And that I'll give you the summons to the Gestapo." Before, our mother had to sign that Karel is missing, that he was not seen since the first bombing. She signed that and in Pragu they didn´t care more. But the Gestapo did. So Karel took the summons and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Jílková, I'll go there in the morning." He took it and went home. There he took the money, some postcards, and walked into Vranov where we had friends. There he stayed for a week, then thanked and left. They wanted to keep him there, but he didn´t want to. He returned to the workshop. And then he experienced the passage of the front.

In that time the transport already went from there. People went and didn´t know where are they going. First transports appeared already, at night at the train station. First, they led them to the street Merhautova, to the school which stood there. There was the gathering. After day or two when Germans inspected their luggage if they all have a maximum of thirty kilos ... In the meantime those people stayed in the gym. And then they went do Židenice station - at two o'clock at night, so the least people could see them. There were wagons, sometimes passenger, sometimes for cattle. Nobody knew where they went.