Mária Repáková

“Everyone started to cry, everyone recalled. I severed such a small fir branch because Mrs. Stanková, who had been given life imprisonment, died there. Thus we went to inter her. And we decided to spend Christmas somehow. We used to lay gildings from our candies aside. But it was even worse because it reminded us past Christmas. We had candles from home.”

“Later they drove us to the Regional Court in Košice where the trial took place. People said such guff there, which wasn’t truth at all and those people even hadn’t been there back then to witness. So I said: ‘I really wasn’t at the presbytery.’ [She said:] ‘But not right at the presbytery, I mean near the park.’ And she pointed my direction with her umbrella. And boys testifying against me knew my name, even though they hadn’t met me before. Then the assessor asked: ‘Is she here?’ And the boy pointed at Mrs. Biľkovská. We were only three women who were tried then: a wife of some judge, Mrs. Biľkovská and me. And suddenly he asked us which one of us was there. And he responded: ‘No, she isn’t here.’ Then some man gave a signal to him, to the witness, who faced us, and who really got the signal. However, the assessing professor noticed it. Her name was Žideková and she asked what it meant. She saw that he got a signal to point at me. And he did so, thus I told him: ‘You brat, I even don’t know you.’ The boys testifying against us were only children. Then the lawsuit was over. Well, I was given seven years.”

“Political prisoners could hardly ever have visits; even criminals were allowed to receive visitors more often. Moreover, we were divided into several groups. The first, second and third group. When a prisoner belonged to the first group, he could get letter or parcel anytime. But it was really hard to get there… In the second group a man could get parcel or letter only once in three months. And in the third one it was even worse. It depended also on how hard a man worked. You know, I was young, so I had always been in the first group.”

“Front-line nurse of the Red Cross, who carried some medicine, asked me to walk her to Ruskinovský trail. She asked me whether I knew the way there. ‘Of course, I know it’, I told her with a huge self-trust. We went to the first cross where some partisans, soldiers had to be waiting for us. But I realized I went the wrong way, because I should have gone to the second cross, which was a bit further. Thus we strayed in the forest until we came to Vinná, where we witnessed something what I as a young girl couldn’t like at all. There were some drunken partisans and suddenly one of them shot another one, actually they killed a father of my classmate, Bendík.”

“When the second proceeding was about to take place, I told [the warder] Šišovič: ‘I can’t cry, so how should I cry when I don’t know it?’ Thus he cut onion into two pieces and folded them in my handkerchief. I was supposed to rub my eyes with the onion to start crying. It was ridiculous. And the wardress gave me a piece of rope for luck. That rope was used for Tiso’s hanging. I also got some clothes from a Jewess and shoes from a Gypsy woman. Oh, I looked like a scarecrow. My deceased mum used to say: ‘You look horrible.’ ‘I don’t care. Who knows me here?’ Finally, they cut my sentence by two years. Instead of seven years they gave me five, but together with it they added five years of forced labour.”

“I came home from Bratislava prison on January 16. I found it ridiculous and warders laughed at me because when they released me from prison, I didn’t know where to go, I was lost in Bratislava. Thus I went back. I told them: ‘Excuse me, boys, I can’t find the way home. Can you tell me where I should go?’ I didn’t know where the station was. I had never been to Bratislava before. When I was in prison we used to discuss what all we would buy or have after being released… But they didn’t return my money to me. They even didn’t give me any money to travel home. They didn’t give me my personal things, nothing. You know, I was arrested in June and released in January. My parents had to send me some winter clothes. My summer clothes were in Bratislava or Ilava prison, I didn’t know where exactly. I didn’t bring anything home. Then I found it funny and they really laughed at my situation because it hadn’t happened to them before that somebody came back to prison after being released to ask about the way home.”

“Boys whom I babysat were standing at the window and suddenly told me: ‘Auntie Marienka, come to look at it, people are running somewhere.’ And one woman told me as well: ‘Marienka, go to the town, something is going on there. You know, a lot of people hurry there.’ Thus as I went downstairs, because they lived on the first floor, I met my former classmate there and asked her: ‘Where are you walking? What is going on?’ ‘Oh, come with us because they want to take our priest.’ And I responded: ‘I won’t go there. You know, if they had wanted to drive him away they could have done it at night without telling us about their intention. I can’t make head or tail of it.’ Then she said: ‘Anyway, I am going there.’ ‘When you come back, you will tell me about it.’ Finally, I didn’t go there, I stayed at work playing with the boys and doing some housework. Later, I went out of the house and there was silence everywhere, like nothing happened.”

“She used to say that she was somewhere from Bohemia, but she didn’t know where she was then because she was in a solitary confinement. She asked me: ‘Are you allowed to move here freely?’ And I responded: ‘No, we aren’t, and moreover, my feet are really painful.’ She said: ‘I’ll give you my shoes.’ And I told her: ‘Why? What are you going to wear?’ ‘I have one pair of shoes that I won’t need any more. We are sentenced to death.’”