Adriana Šeboková

“I cannot even imagine that mass of people that came to Banská Bystrica on one day. The town was crowded with carts, with babies who were crying, with mothers who were suckling their children. It was nothing beautiful to look at. That feeling survived inside of me. We walked through town watching what was happening around. And nowadays some people say it was nothing.”

“We came to the mill to spend our holidays there. Someone had passed away in the village then and everything was prepared for the funeral. The problem was that the man who had brought us to the village from Banská Bystrica, had just his daughter and his son confirmed as his children in the passport. They didn't know what to do so they put blankets in the ditch, put the duvets on them, I laid down there, they wrapped me in the duvets and put the boards on top so I could breathe. I slept, then they came for me, picked me up and asked me what I had heard and seen. But I had not noticed anything. The Germans coming from Rimavská Sobota, who they had been afraid of, were said to just passed by.”