Karel Vlček

* 1933

  • "Well, it was mainly the Němeček's trial. That was a huge event. I knew a few of the affected, Mr. Nekola, he was a barber, we used to go to him, and he ended up in Jáchymov, but there he became the barber for the whole camp, because there was some prison standard about how they could have long hair. Mostly it was just bald. And he used to cut our hair, it was modern then, it was called English lawn, for boys. Then they locked him up, he started shaving first, then cutting, and then he started doing the English lawn for the prisoners, because it still complied wih the prison norm. And the guards started coming to him, so they let him, he had a special big brush for that, it was heavy, he always told us when he was doing it, 'Hold your head.' He would have twisted our heads off when he was fixing our hair. So they let his wife send it to him there, so he worked there. And he was such a well-known provocateur. I, when I got married, I lived across the street from the Black Horse, in this townhouse, and across the street was this barber shop, hair salon, and it had a shop window facing the street. There were three barbers there. We were always waiting for him, the other ones had nothing to do, they were smoking, and we were waiting for our turn at his place, because he was provoking. He'd say, 'Boys, man, this potato beetle, what are these Americans doing to us, we don't have bread, the women are queueing for meat, it would be all different.' And all that kind of talk. And when he saw some official going into a barber shop, or a soldier, a policeman, he would wait for him to open the door, and he'd start, 'Hey, I'm telling you, we'll never have it like we have it now...' Everybody knew. Then there was a Mr. Žemla and there was a canine trainer, I knew him well. And that was distorted information at the time. The way it was presented was that this Němeček was an agent, that he had contacted all these tradesmen and then turned them in. But in reality, he was really persecuted, he was from Čáslav, he was a confectioner, and since he knew them here, well, one gave him two hundred crowns, another let him stay overnight, and finally it was revealed here by telling a taxi driver, I knew him too and his daughter as well. He told the cops that he [Němeček] had ordered a taxi to Čáslav at some time and which way they were going to go, and they faked a crash, so the taxi driver had to stop, and when he stopped, the cops jumped out and picked him up again, because he was already on the run. Well, the official story here was that he was an agent provocateur. So I know. Then there was the big trial, the state trial, here in the theatre, it was for invited only. Normal people didn't get in, it was just loyal people, soldiers, officers, teachers, and officials of all kinds."

  • "When they ran out of petrol or diesel or a horse when they couldn't, they let it go or they sat with the others and let them all go, that's how they were fleeing. And a lot of us were keen on it, that's what we used to talk about, the boys, everybody had a gun at home, signal guns, that was the craze, bayonet, rockets, every boy had a gun. So there was ammunition in it, I remember I found a tin in one of these cars, about five or ten pounds, it was jerky, beef jerky. I was worried at first if it was poisoned. My mother made soup out of it for about ten years, and she put a spoonful of it and boiled it up... beef soup. And I found my dad a box of cigars. A completely sealed box, I cut it open, we each had a dagger, and there were cigars. Daddy smoked a pipe and thin cigars, so this time he had cigars. We used to collect ammunition in those cars on Na Rovinách, we always put that in a pile, we put some branches on it, and we made a trail out of gunpowder, and we lit it on fire, and when it came to the pile, it started banging, there were grenades, all kinds of things. And we were hiding, we thought that nothing could happen to anybody, and nothing happened to anybody. Only after that, there were military repair shops and there were military vehicles, we used to go in there too, there were a lot of bullets there too, and there were bullets, they were called dum-dum. A normal bullet has powder in the cartridge and it shoots a bullet, and in this bullet there are other fuses and explosives. And we didn't know that. My friends and I were in one of the transporters and there were two others in the other one, and they were trying to pry it open because we wanted the gunpowder, so they were prying it, well, so did we, but we didn't get hurt, but it exploded in their hands and they were both killed."

  • "There were also conscriptions of horses to the front. There was a big town market here, today it's called the Town Gardens. It was set up for that, there were these long railings, metal railings, and there were rings, and they tied the horses to that. There was a scale, there was a well, and then there were regular markets, horse markets, and then the Germans started doing it for themselves, and the way they did it was that the farmer was notified that he had to come with his horse, they found out who had how many horses and what kind of horses they had, and they had to come. And there was a German officer there, and they had the jodhpurs, the boots, and with the normal conscription, the boys were always assisting, we didn't even go to school because it was a fun for us, but these had to come in front of the soldiers, and the soldiers would look at the horse, hooves, teeth, vet it was, apparently, and if the horse met the requirements for military service, they'd immediately burn a brand on the back of the horse, and they'd pay for it on the spot, I remember they paid the farmers on the spot, or they'd take them to the station and take it away in wagons. Some of the farmers were crying, it wasn't a pretty sight either."

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Even the horses were going to war

Karel Vlček, at the military service, 1956
Karel Vlček, at the military service, 1956
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Karel Vlček was born on 30 April 1933 in Kutná Hora into a poor family. His father Karel Vlček worked most of his life as a worker in a chocolate factory, his mother Marie Vlčková, née Novotná, was a cleaner. He lived through the war in Kutná Hora as a primary school pupil. He witnessed the deportation of Jews, the bombing of Pardubice and Kolín in 1944, the escape of Wehrmacht soldiers to American captivity, the arrival of the Red Army and the subsequent executions of collaborators. In the 1950s, he knew some of the victims of the staged trial of Jaroslav Němeček. From 1945 to 1949 he was a member of the Scouts. In the 1950s he was not a member of the Czechoslovak Socialist Youth and admired American culture, so he only got into the Higher Forestry School in Písek on his third attempt. He completed his military service with the technical battalion at the Pardubice airport in 1957. Until his retirement in 1993, he worked as a construction manager at water construction sites, later as a construction supervisor and a forensic expert. He was a member of the Svazarm canine club and performed as a singer with dance orchestras for many years. After the revolution he became self-employed, designed sewage treatment plants and still makes well project, of which he has completed six and a half thousand. In 2024, he was living in Kutná Hora.