Marie Štráchalová

"I say, Jarko, come and say goodbye. Jarka no, she was already such a young lady, she was already afraid, she was about to be 11 years old, she was already like that. Vašíček was tiny, he was always clinging to me. And I just went to see my dad to say goodbye. From behind. They were sitting with their backs to us, the irons on their hands. And that I will say goodbye. That one State Security officer took me, threw me, I flew from my father from the table to the door. There I ran into a staple, cut my head open and bit my tongue. And then Vašíček went and he said: Dad, where are these gentlemen taking you and why do you have those handcuffs on your hands? Where are these gentlemen taking you? Mom then said how good-looking and polite he was, he didn't call them pigs, but he said, "Where are the gentlemen taking you?"

"On the shore, the fisherman, who went with a friend, went fishing and threw the rod into the water. As they threw the rod into the water, they somehow hooked his sweater, he had a knitted sweater with three white stripes. So, they hooked his sweater. The one calls to the other, come help me, I'm pulling something, I don't know what at all. It's kind of hard. Well, as there were layers of mud on him, so it took a while to get it out of the mud, so it took a bit of work. When it was visible afterwards, he said, it must be the little boy of those arrested parents, who drowned in that Zábrdí. So, they came for me. I arrived there, he had already been pulled out, he was lying on the shore. If he was somehow wet, only his feet were wet, his face was still pretty, he didn't even have any stains, there were no stains on his face, he didn't have that at all, just his feet were wet. I said yes, that he is my brother. So, they brought him to Lažiště to the morgue and we had to get the suit, we were just giving him the suit, we dressed him in the morgue. We dressed him in the suit that is in the photo. The shorts, the shorts and the jacket. We had to use pantyhose, as the seam is, so there we cut it open. He is buried in Lažiště in the cemetery in the grave of the Šebeks, where he was, but his parents were not allowed to go to the funeral. Only the Záblatí kindergarten went to the funeral, which we used to attend, everyone from Záblatí, from Drslavice, everyone who knew us was at the funeral. But mom and dad were not. So, it was a rough life, rough. I don't know at all who could watch this and why, why my parents had to suffer. For what? It was unbelievable what punishment met us and what we had to undergo. It seems that it is not possible to be made through, that it cannot be made through. What did I live through? I have known... since childhood I have only known misfortune. I went from family to family, each family brought me up differently, in their own way. I just listened and I have nothing to remember, I've never experienced anything nice."