Markéta Trojanová

"Then the armoured guys got an order and suddenly, out of nowhere, started running at us. We of course started stepping back. Only since it was so terribly full of people there, we couldn't go backwards, because the ones over there didn't know that they should. It started becoming a really horrible squeezing crowd. There was nowhere to fall back, it was this kind of massacre, it was disgusting." - "And what happened to you?" - "What happened to me was that some boy, about a head taller than me, started throwing himself at me. He pulled his arm back and... I was horribly scared about the stomach, because he looked terribly aggressive. I have the feeling that they were - maybe they were giving them lots of alcohol. Because it's not normal, when I think that someone could - no matter what got him into the uniform, no matter what their past history, that he's just standing there and gets the order: 'And now go beat them all up!' I think that only something else could get someone to be that horrifically aggressive. They were either extremely drunk, or I don't even know. It doesn't seem entirely normal to me. He just lunged at me, I turned around... And my husband, who was there, put my hood on for me. I don't know, if the hood of my winter coat softened that blow; I would probably say that not very much. And I got a terrible bang to the head. And..." [She becomes quiet, apparently crying.] "What were you hit with? Was it with a baton?" - "With a baton, yeah." "You wrote down that it was a terrible blow." "I think it [the baton] had to be metal inside, covered with some weak rubber, because such a horrific blow is just... It was so horribly much. According to the X-ray some little bone in my skull had moved because of it." (She's crying.)