Mgr. Jaromír Dus

„This time Major Fráňa said I was a bit pale and asked if I was all right. I said yes, I was and that there was nothing wrong with me. So can we continue interrogating? Yes, we can. So, again the questions about Mr Brandt or Sharp or whoever else, and he again interrupted the interrogation: No, you´re a bit pale. I´ll send you to hospital. – OK, to hospital. Later I learned that this was the day when my lawyer Dr.Runt was coming to see me for the first time. So, when he came he was told that I didn´t feel well during the interrogation and the interrogator had to send me to hospital and what would happen next, nobody knew. This was the last message my family received from me. Also, they harrassed my wife as well – at that time she was already working at the Bulovka Hospital – it was Friday evening and it was her night shift – Fráňa phoned her that he needed her for interrogation. She reacted – I can´t find anyone to replace me right now, I´m at work. – Well, if you don´t want to help your husband, it´s your problem. So, she did her best, managed to find a colleague willing to do the night shift, travelled to the Ruzyně Prison and the first question he had was what the date of my birth was (of course, they had had this information many times over). The second question was how and where I met Mr Pachman. She said - As far as I know my husband doesn´t know any Mr Pachman. He doesn´t play chess at all, only his father was a bit of a chess player. To sum it up: being in prison was worse for family members than for me or anybody else.“

”They always tried hard to have someone in each prison cell who would inform on the others. We were given some little postal cards, there were boxes on the walls where we were supposed to throw in the cards with denouncements. When nobody denounced anyone in a prison cell, prisoners from the cell had to be punished: after work, we had to move out all the beds – and this was no easy matter to maneuvre and turn with beds out of those Bory prison cells - to clean the floor with water-soluble wax and move the beds back. In the process almost everything got lost. We had neither newspapers nor TV, nothing whatsoever, books – well, the library was in a constant reorganisation phase. After I was gone, I heard that it got a bit better but how much, I have no idea.“