Jaroslav Dolejš

"Two well-dressed gentlemen were waiting for me. The moment they offered me a coffee, it became clear to me that something was up. One of them began, "Mr. parson, we know that parishioners are secretly meeting in Nymburk district, but we don't know why." Of course I knew that. It happened that the pastor Benešová baked buns and once a month everyone came down to her, drank coffee and told anti-state jokes. That was all. There was no conspiracy. I personally did not go there. I've only been there once. But the gentlemen obviously had a problem with it: What are the conspirators doing there? At that moment, it meant a turning point for me. They told me they would like me to go there and tell them what was going on. They were supposed to let me into Egypt for that. At that moment, I realized that I had two options. Either I'd say no and I’d never go anywhere in my life. Or I would say yes and corrupt myself like a prostitute. In a second of deciding, I agreed, for which they gave me a one-time exit clause to all countries of the world. It was one time only and it was to all the countries of the world. "

At that time, Wenceslas square was completely full. It was one of those matches that we won 4: 3. I don't remember exactly. Free Word or Work printed an edition in which there was no result yet. Ten thousand copies flew out the window directly into the crowd. People caught it and set it on fire. I don't remember exactly who started the Aeroflot thing. Suddenly it started to crack and crack. In the middle of the square lay a pile of cobblestones, which of course had nothing to do there. In my opinion, it was ready to find the first person to fit. Everything happened in terrible euphoria after the hockey game. It was one of those moments that later began to tighten the screws. "

"Our most interesting case was a boy who ran away when he was fifteen. His mother, Mrs. Nováková, decided to go on vacation. Fourteen days before that, she had sold an apartment and a car. State security immediately recognized that this was not right. When they both went through passport control, they told her: 'Mrs. Nováková, you are not flying anywhere. But your son can, if he wants to. ”She turned on the spot and said, Hon Honza, stay there.’ [Pause] So Honza flew alone and jumped out of the plane in Montreal. It happened on the twenty-ninth of December, 1979. No one in Canada knew what to do with him because there was no precedent. The first night he was left in a hotel, where the immigration authorities had their space with bars in the windows. The next day I was called and we went to town together. The immigration judge told me, 'What are we going to do? We can't let him go, he's 15. 'I said I'd take him home. I had to pay a bail of five hundred dollars. I covered the amount with a church check written to an account of about fifty, and I took Honza home. At that time, I lived the life of a single young man. The next Sunday we went to church together, where the Bajer family also visited regularly. Mr. Bajer had an electrical company and he and his wife raised two children aged thirteen and fifteen. Mrs. Bajer looked at him for a long time and said, 'Honza, where are you from?' He replied that he was from Chomutov. She asked again, 'Is your father’s name Richard?' Honza said yes. Then she just shouted, I carried you around in a pram as a little boy! ’We went to the immigration office on Monday. We signed new papers there. Honza moved in with them and lived with them until he got to university.”