Ľudovít Sabadoš

"And that's how we lived after a week, ten days - a great program, the leaders cared, we were very interested. And out of nowhere one nice early morning - it could have been four, half past four in the morning when we were all fast asleep. They woke us up, the StB came, we had to pack up. I know that we had to climb this steep hill with our own properties, and there was a bus on the road, into which we were loaded and taken back to Bratislava. That was the end of the camp. I know it concerned us all, they were happy to call up the parents to the Two Lions for an interrogation, where I had to say something about it. I didn't know what to say. At least my aunt spoke for me, well upset. My aunt was an energetic woman who told it straight, 'So please, you have dragged them here now, we are worried, I have my job, now what about the boy.' So she spoke very wisely, they could not tell her anything. And the poor man, in the place where we came to testify, our camp leader sat in handcuffs. They wanted to add something to the pile of accusations, and what they came up with was that he was organizing the camp like what we call gay today. So I didn't even really know what it could be. And based on that, I absolutely could not respond to that question. My aunt was put an end to it, outraged, what is this supposed to be, you ruined everything. My aunt had no patience for this. That was the end of our Sokol. Nothing since then, a year later there were only pioneers in school. "

"I did not understand any of it. As a child, I often accompanied my aunt, for example to this one dead end, now I do not remember its name, opposite the Two Lions. The street ends in a high wall and on the other side are Hurban's barracks. There were boys of the Slovak Army who wanted to get out of there at all costs, not all of them, but many. Escape and help the Uprising, which had broken out in the meantime. Through the high wall they got to the other side and my aunt and I went to the cellar, I could still show you which cellar it was, the one between the latticed part and the wall, we stuffed it with civilian clothes. The next day we went there again and disposed of the uniforms. They changed clothes and, as they stood, then of course got more easily into the zones they needed to get to. These were forms of illegal work. Of course, it was definitely controlled by uncle Valer, and his wife did what he told her or asked her to do, and of course it was a great cover, because I was small, and when she was pulling me somewhere, we were less conspicuous. "