Vlasta Zábojníková

“We used to go to the Sokolovňa to play volleyball in the playground, so we would meet there. But during socialism, they simply took the Sokolovňa and turned it into church, a chapel, where they used to go. There was a milk-seller among us, Mrs Rajskup, who went to town for a confession, and the priest told her, ‘Why can’t you go to the chapel there at Koliba?’ And she said, ‘At Koliba, there is no chapel. There is just the Sokolovňa, and if you call that a chapel then you are not a real priest.’ The Sokolovňa used to be right next to the school. There was a big and a small playground. Local people from Koliba had built the Sokolovňa using old bricks. I remember going there with my mother when I was about six years old. I would clean bricks and the men were building the Sokolovňa. It was like a symbol of Koliba, but then they sold it for some crowns. Later, when there was no Sokolovňa, they gave that area to some company that prospered well.”