Stanislav Vlč

„I went to Žabčice and they sent us back saying the events was over. Couple hours earlier they had cancelled the festival. Bands like Atomová mihule or Bobříky were supposed to play there. So, we went to Brno and found out that everyone had been in the park by the pub Na Střelnici. It looked like in San Francisco there. People sitting down, playing guitars. Hippies, flower children, rockers, ‘máničky’ – everyone sitting there together. It must had been around five hundred to one thousand people. It was amazing. Everyone had gone to Žabčice to a festival and was sent to Brno instead. In Brno it was cool. We were sitting there and suddenly police came and said that the event was illegal, that it was unauthorized gathering of people and that people were supposed to disperse. But nothing happened. People continued playing guitars and talking. There was a driveway and some people sat down there and didn’t let the police Zhiguli cars through. Even a police bus came. People started shouting: ‘Gestapo, gestapo!’ Then they carried out a raid. They dispersed us hard. We started running in all directions. I ran with two other people. All the pubs in Brno were suddenly closed. We had not known the city very well. We managed to get on a tram. We got out of it and Brno was depopulated. There was an open door, so I walked into the basement and saw drug addicts on crystal meth for the first time in my life. They hid us. We slept over there and left the second day, after the situation had calmed down.”