Bohuslav Úlehla

"There were Communists who were not real Communists. One of them, a Doležal , he was somewhat a family [member], married my aunt who was a widow, he came to me to tell me: 'Bohuši, I was called Bohuš, secret policemen came here from Brno, looking at your files at the town council. Are you involved in anything? Be careful.' When I travelled to Břeclav, I could see that somebody was following me all the time. So I spoke to Cyril. I said: “ Cyril, we have to sneak away, otherwise it´s too bad, we´ll end up in jail.“ They thought we were a large group and I am the organizer. They didn´t lock us up right then, they waited hoping they would arrest more people. But as the luck would have it, that Cyril and me would cross the border to Austria. Valtice was the name of the village, now I´ve remembered, and behind Valtice, it was, I think, in September. There was a village feast. It wasn´t like, well, people were dancing and Cyril had some friends there, a policeman and soldier. They were patrolling the border and a girl said: 'They´ll come to have dinner at about 8.' They came and she said: 'Now they came.' I remember it was just like daytime. The moon was shining and the border was about 100 meters from the road. Cyril and I walked it and he knew somebody among the Austrians. I think it was in Müslebach, he knocked at the door and an old man, already retired, gave us dinner and we could sleep there. Luckily, I had some 75 000 crowns with me, which was for a thousand crowns only 40 schillings that we got. It was little but better /than nothing/. So he brought us to Vienna at night."

"Yes, we had a kind of small farm and she had to do everything... seven children and when my father died, they were of the same age, she was 38. There was a farmer, he was not a Catholic, he was a Catholic but didn´t believe, do you know what he said to me? He said: 'Your mother will get straight to heaven.' He respected her so much. Also, when she died, my father too, she had the biggest funeral that happened in the village. My father as well. My father was for everyone. He was not, he was a farmer, but he was much loved by workers too. He also had a very good attitude to them. It was hard time, very hard time. I as a boy, I never saw her going to bed, and never saw her getting up in the morning. In my lifetime. She always had to wash and iron. For example, I´ll give you an example: Sometimes we were ten at the dinner table. My grandfather and his daughter. No, they didn´t live with us. They lived in another house but they ate with us. So, she put a goose into the oven and ran to the church to Moravská Nová Ves. Three kilometers."