Gabriel Novák

“At the court, there were many people, you know, judge whose name I can’t recall now because it was long ago and so on. And there was also one young girl, a recording clerk. Simply said, there was a moment when we looked at each other and I gestured like this on my neck and she shook her head. She delighted me at least a bit that they wouldn’t hang me. Later, when we were leaving the court, we were, of course, under the police surveillance but she managed to come near to me somehow and she wished me good luck. It was really a pleasant recollection. The court sentenced me to twenty-two years. I was given twenty-two years. Everyone appealed against the court’s decision but I didn’t, I simply accepted it.”

“I went to the tractor station. I worked there as a tractor driver when one of my acquaintances, Harvan was his name, actually he deceased a long time ago, but at that time he came and offered me to join the White Legion. I don’t know how long I was thinking whether to do so or not, but finally I agreed, what I consider to be a fault after a lapse of time, in some way it was my silliness. And I told it to one of my half-cousins, Jožko Breza, but policemen didn’t know that I did so, that I told it. And he said that it wasn’t right, that I went wrong. He told me he could help me to flee abroad because he had influential contacts. You know, he was in seminary but then he had to leave it. In spite of it, he had contacts and he knew about many people who fled abroad and he offered to help me to leave the White Legion. He persuaded me to leave it and flee across the border. But I didn’t want to betray the legionary bunch, so I didn’t accept it and I stayed at home.”

“One story was narrated in the prison, but I don’t know to what extent it was true. It was about some men who wanted to escape and who were caught and put to solitary confinement. Then the deputy prison commander, whose name I don’t remember, chose one of them. He came to his cell and offered cooperation and help with the breakout to him. He prevailed on that man to agree and it ended up horribly. As the prisoner was running, his “helper” shot him to death.”

“I can’t recall the exact aims and intentions of the White Legion movement, but back then I took it as a preparation for an armed uprising against the communists. And I had a lot of various things at home that soldiers threw away or left here after the war because I was interested in this kind of military technique. I had some hand grenades and a gun. And I prepared it for the case of the armed uprising, because somehow I was expected to do so. And during those several months, it was about two years before my arrest; I remember I carried one German automatic from Trebišov to Ruskov. I had a chance to take it because at that time I had already worked as a planner, so I had a motorbike at my disposal and I used it when I wanted to visit neighbouring villages. Thus I could use it to go and take that automatic from Trebišov to Ruskov. I also kept one gun for myself, you know, for my own self-defence or potential determent of any attacker, in case it was necessary and I carried it in my pocket. Moreover, I convinced some of my acquaintances, actually three boys, my contemporaries, and I let them sign the application as well.”

“Such an often discussed problem is actually connected with the power takeover. It was performed in a democratic way but all those old people, old communists remained there, they didn’t disappear, didn’t leave for Mars. They had influential positions and functions in many enterprises and they also had some knowledge, so they did their best to stay there.”

“In July 1951, I think it was on July 11 or 12, some police brigade visited me, there were about six men who called me to the porter’s lodge and when I came there, the first sentence they told me was: ‘Put your hands out of your pockets!’ I had a gun there and it was even loaded; however, I obeyed and he took that gun out of my pocket. They nabbed me and drove me to Košice to perform the investigation.”

“When I was coming near to Trebišov, in the train I noticed by chance one of our acquaintances, a barber whose name was Mindžák. And you know, I didn’t want to astonish my parents, I wanted to avoid causing their heart attacks because they knew nothing about my homecoming, so I came up to him and since he didn’t know me I introduced myself. He looked at me and I asked him very politely to visit my parents before I would come home; I said I would go on foot and it was not so far from their house to my parent’s house, so he would have enough time to go there. I also explained him that I didn’t want to excite them excessively; I only wanted to prepare them somehow. However, when he came home, he didn’t go to visit my parents, but he sent his wife there and she told my parents that their son was about to come home. So when I was coming near to our house, I suddenly saw my father running towards me.”