Vlastimil Binder

“Old Pinkava was the most honest man in Mušov, his family farmed there and they had horses and cows, but it was after 1947 and there was a dry spell and a cooperative was then established and they were prescribed delivery quotas so high that it was impossible to meet them. They didn’t manage to meet them, and they had to pay penalties for that. I don’t know what exactly, but I knew that they didn’t have any money. They had a small bakery in their farm as was the custom in some farmhouses, but their kids were getting bread in rations! Their mother would lock the bread into a closet and she would issue a piece of bread to each child when they came. Their children were hungry. But there were more families like that. They simply didn’t meet the insane delivery quotas and the authorities didn’t care that they had nothing to give to their own children.”

“After the war, since my father had acquaintances in Mušov - my father had promised to certain Hans Schulz, who was one of his best friends before they were deported, that he would move into his house. It was a paradoxical situation, because in Ivaň we lived as five people in one room, we slept on the floor, and this house of Mr. Schulz was one of the worst houses in Mušov, and it also had just one room and a small kitchen, nothing more. Because of his friend, my dad thus picked up this house and our situation was thus eventually more or less the same as before. But we didn’t really mind too much.”

“From the time when Germans had lived there, well-designed drainage ditches and flood-gates into the Dyje (Thaya) River had been made there in the meadows, and if a flood came there, they functioned well. Moreover, they were digging material from the bottom of the Thaya River with a dredger every year, and the point was to make the bottom of the river lower in order to be able to receive the influx of material which would flow down from these surrounding meadows. The Germans were successful with it. There was a flood every year in Mušov, but it did not do any harm, on the contrary: it was beneficial. The meadows which got flooded during that time were fertile. Houses in Mušov were all constructed so that we did have the house full of water, but no water got into the rooms. We would for instance build scaffolding in the passage and children were fishing from the windows during the floods. We would be going to school in little boats, and we children always looked forward to the floods. There was plenty of fish, boats and we had fun. The floods have been coming there for centuries; even the wine cellars are build on top of the hill. I think only two people had the cellars inside their houses and they got water in there every year.”

“We went to work to Brno at four in the morning, and somebody came to the bus stop and told us that he heard something about Russians occupying our country. When we arrived to Brno, the news were already everywhere, and we already knew what was happening. I went to work at first, to the Zbrojovka factory. They already knew everything; the whole city was full of it. We didn’t work that day, we were given a day off and we went to the city centre. But I would not have gone to work that day anyway, because I was a blood donor and I had an appointment for that day. I went from the factory to the hospital in Žlutý kopec to donate blood. There were more people who gathered there, because they have already heard some news. People in Brno knew more than us who arrived from other places. The head doctor came there at eight when the blood donations were to begin, and he asked us if there were any people who felt that they might safely donate blood without the initial examination. I think that only two people left, but I was among those who donated blood that day. Then we went to the city centre, there were already Czech posters and signs in the streets. A great number of artists appeared all of a sudden and there were many slogans in the streets.”