Kamila Čepeláková

“When the shooting calmed down a bit, he went to the horse which had been shot into the neck, and dad thus knew that the horse would die anyway. Dad had an axe and just like a primeval man he chopped off the horse’s hind leg, and he carried it to the others on his shoulder, with the skin and everything as it was. He brought it to them and they skinned it and cut the meat into pieces for all the people who were there, they got hold of some onion and paprika and they cooked a goulash stew.”

“I remember that those men with black wooden briefcases were pale, but they were totally disciplined as they were leaving to take their positions and going to the assembly places where they received weapons and equipment and so on. The women were quietly dabbing tears from their eyes with handkerchiefs but we could feel – I was still a child – but we could feel certain kind of calmness and determination.”

“There is a memorial plaque for Dr. Kalecký on one of the houses there. He was really a doctor who loved people. He didn’t have any luck in love, and he thus gave everything he had, his extraordinary skill which not all doctors have, he gave it all to these people. I remember that when I was sick with pneumonia, he was sitting by my bed till the morning. I remember that I saw him only hazily and he always patted me and touched me to check my temperature, and so on. These things are something which I cannot erase from my memory.”

“One day some people stole some lead from the factory for partisans, who used it for the Molotov coctails, homemade hand grenades. As a result, my dad who was in charge of supplies was held by the Gestapo for three days. There was one Gestapo man... My mom came from a large family, she had many cousins. Some Gestapo man probably noticed this and he knew that should must have had some jewels inherited from her family, and mom thus paid with her jewels to get my father out, and she didn’t even bat an eye, but dad never fully recovered from it, because while he was held by the Gestapo, he was being followed at all times, a Gestapo man was even going with him to the toilet when he needed to pee. But my father was only formally responsible for it because he was in the position of a supply manager. He didn’t know who got punished for the theft. Mom managed to buy him out of the Gestapo, and had she not done it, God knows where he would have ended, probably in a concentration camp.”