Ivana Tarantová

“We had this great opportunity in 1970. A wonderful event was held in June of that year in Roztoky, near Prague – a gathering of all Girl Scouts from the entire country. At that time the chateau in Roztoky looked great after it had undergone a reconstruction. During the festive opening, they even had Vlasta Koseová and Rudolf Plajner join us. We could thus see the top personages there. And we also met brother Sum, the man who had been a personal secretary to Jan Masaryk.”

“1973 was the anniversary of the great strike in Most. Their district advisor, or whatever that official’s title was, took it as a hint to organize massive event for the children. They published a pamphlet for them, ordering them to visit all the villages in our district and find out what had happened there during the great strike, how many people had been involved, and so on. The children were brainwashed like this… The woman who was their school director was a fanatic, and we were thus going with the kids to all those villages and writing reports about it, in Kopisty for instance, about interesting facts related to the strike, and about one communist having an argument with another, and I don’t know what else. It made me sick. But I told myself that I just had to endure it.”

“You asked me whether I had ever led a troop or patrol. I have, actually. During grammar school, because I wanted to continue studying. As a little girl, I had set my mind on becoming a children’s nurse or teacher. Only many years later I realized that it was a great nonsense in my case. But I didn’t feel like joining the Socialist Youth Union in order to be allowed to study further. I simply thought it wouldn’t be fair, and so I didn’t join the Union when I was in my first year of grammar school. But later we were told that if we wanted to get admitted to the Pedagogical Faculty, we had to be members of the Socialist Youth Union, and we needed to do some internship. We thus agreed with other girls from my class that we would become leaders of a Pioneer troop. It was horrible.”

“We went to the toilet and we noticed that the leaders were sitting in the middle of the camp, holding a radio, and crying. We went to ask them what happened and they said: ´Listen to this,´ and we heard the announcement that we had been attacked by the Soviet army. We didn’t know what to do. The camp leader tried to make a phone call, but he wasn’t able to. He only managed to make a call later, from some police station. The phone lines had been probably interrupted as well. We didn’t know what was going on. When he returned, he told us that everything was occupied. There were military vehicles along the roads, with the Soviets aiming their guns at everybody. On top of that, the boys were out of the camp at that time, and my brother and cousin happened to be among them, so I was getting hysterical. For two days we waited for the bus. Then they arrived around noon or in the afternoon, and said: ´Girls, pack all your stuff, just pack your things and leave everything else here, we’re going home.´ We thus lost one week of the camp. The trip back was scary, because if you see them pointing at you with a gun or a sub-machine-gun, it’s no fun at all.”