Miluše Straková

"My husband was employed in security in Jihlava, so a police officer. So he didn't come home for the whole time, maybe a week, I didn't know what was going on. And when after a week I came like to the city, I needed, I don't know what I needed, to the pharmacy or where..., so I saw the devastated city, but I felt that our people did more damage as they were tearing out the tiles. Because that square in Jihlava was made of those tiles in that first phase. Something scary. And I can tell you that even the relationships between people were so weird that you didn't know if you could talk to anybody. Like they were denouncing you ? I remember one local citizen even burned himself to death there - and he was even our neighbour. Strangely enough - he was just an alcoholic. As a protest? I guess it was supposed to be in protest, that's what I remember, when his funeral was with military honours. An endless procession."