Alexander Gajdoš

"Some of the Soviets then came there, summoned all of us into one bunker and told us: 'Look, we don't have the capacity to give you food or anything. We have enough of our own problems to worry about. We will now lead you down to the foothills of the mountains, and each of you will have to try to save yourself somehow. Then it will be up to each of you if you manage it or not.' And this was what happened. They led us down in one group. They showed us the village: 'That is the village down there.' We could see the village by its lights. 'Try to hide there somehow. But we will keep an eye on all of you, and if some of you betray us or anything, we will find you. We will find you if someone tries to defect to the Germans or something like that.' That was unthinkable, especially for me. As a Jew, I couldn't join the Germans in any case. I was there with a friend, he was from Ostrava. I can't remember his name now, but if I met him I would recognize him. He was a son of some factory owner from Ostrava, but I don't know his name anymore. He was Czech. We were digging a shelter together. We were digging during the day, and in the evening we went to the village and ate there; the villagers gave us some potatoes." Interviewer: "So you were visiting the houses and asking for food?" A. G.: "Yes, of course. They didn't think it was strange. The people in the foothills of the mountains have experienced all the fighting. We only wondered where they had the food from because it was a poor region. It was under the Low Tatras and there were no large fields. But whenever they could, they always gave us what they could spare. By this way, we gradually gathered some food. We planned that when we had enough of it, and when the snow fell, the Germans would notice our traces in the snow because Germans and Vlasov soldiers, as well as the guards, were walking the forests all the time. If they found some footprints, they would track us - that's obvious. And so we planned it this way: 'We will keep going to the village as long as it doesn't snow, and when snow falls, we will dig in here and live on what we have.'"

"The life there was absolutely primitive. We lived in wooden barracks, sleeping on straw and some blankets, and we covered ourselves with a blanket, too. Everyone cooked for themselves, if we had something to cook at all. Meals were issued there once a day, but you could not even call them meals; it was not for living, nor for dying. Otherwise, everyone would just spend the whole day hiding somewhere; that is, on the days when we didn't go to work, and we didn't work when transports were taking place because we never knew when the next selection for the transport would be."

"We marched until we reached the village of Priechod. Priechod is a well-known village in Slovakia. There was a large camp of Hungarian partisans there. At first they stopped us, asking who we were and so on. I could speak a little Hungarian, and I can still speak it today, so I answered that we had been released and that we came to join the partisans. They called one civilian who told us: 'All right, now you will rest, then you get supper, and after dark we will lead you to a higher place above the village.' We said: 'Look, we are tired, we have been marching over the fields the whole day, and we would like to sleep.' He said: 'You won't be sleeping here, you will climb higher. There is a lodge up there with another group of partisans staying there.' There were also some members from the paratrooper brigade, some Hungarians, Slovaks, Carpathian Rusyns, it was a mixed bunch. They simply told us: 'You will go there.' We thought that there was nothing we could do about it anyway, so we ate with them. Just imagine the food they had: sweet dumplings with plum jam and chicken stew with paprika and halushki, and what not – what a life they led there. We couldn't imagine where they got all this food from. We ate, rested for a while, and a soldier came for us after sunset and we set out. He led us to the nearest sentry, which was between the camp and the lodge. There were two guards, and one of them led us further to the lodge. In the lodge there was the commander, a Slovak, his name was first lieutenant Papala: 'Welcome, welcome, what a good reinforcement.' We received our second supper from them. Again, fruit dumplings with plums. Early in the morning there was some turmoil, something had happened. He ran to us from up there and said: 'Germans and Hungarians, mostly, have attacked Priechod.' Priechod was the village which we had left in the evening. They tricked the guards at night and seized them, and they took the hill, which was the retreat path – it was a steep climb over rocks to get to the lodge. They took this path and attacked from the front. They massacred the village, shooting everybody. We thought: 'By God, we are so lucky that we hadn't stayed there.'"

"From Martin we launched a counterattack at Vrútky. Our task was to take some small wood there. We were leap-frogging in order to approach that wood. We were always jumping to places where a shell had exploded before. We always jumped into the craters left by exploded shells because we knew that another shell wouldn't drop in the same place, that's for certain. We were thus jumping from one hole to another and getting closer to the wood. Then we reached some flat terrain. There was a field and the wood was in front of us. We got stuck there, I don't know why - probably because a German unit was there, and the commanders still weren't able to decide what to do. And on this flat plain, I got hit by a bullet fired by a German who was sitting somewhere up in a tree. The German fired at me three times: one bullet hit the ground just under my nose, the second passed by me, but the third one hit my shoulder and chest. I was wounded, and for a while I kept calling at my comrades to help me. Eventually, the two who were closest to me summoned courage. They placed me on a blanket, and, crawling, all three of us got out of there, out of the German gun range. From there they carried me to the road, and an ambulance arrived and I was taken to the hospital in Martin."