Ladislav Nykl

"In the summer of 1961, we went tramping to the region of Berounsko. Our sort-of a sheriff said that he knows somebody there who should be able to help us cross the border to the west. Here, in the region of Karlovy Vary, it was almost impossible to do that because if you just showed up somewhere around Aš there were barbed wires everywhere. Most importantly, you had to have a friend who showed you the route and so on. We were like fools, bragging in front of the girls that we were about to escape across the border. The police later made a nice affair out of it. We then wandered for a while and when we ran out of money two of the guys took two cans and some sweatpants in one of the cabins. The police turned this into theft of private property. And since we didn't work for about three weeks, they could say it was parasitism. Somewhere, outside of some pub, we once did sing loudly, so it was rioting. On the way back, we had nothing to eat, so we stole three bottles of milk costing 11 crowns and 20 pennies in a dairy. For this I was put on probation and after a few months, when I turned 18, I stuck to repeated parasitism, because again I didn't have a job for about two weeks. They even wanted to try my mother for having supported me because in this way she was helping parasitism. In the end, they left her alone because she was a communist and I went to prison."

"In the spring of 1963, the beet campaign began. Everyone capable of working - and sometimes even those who weren’t – got a hoe to dig beets. We stood next to each other on the field, lined up, and each one went down his line and had to clear the beet of weeds. The end of the field was out of sight. On each side of the field, there were guards with rifles who patrolled us. I hadn’t been growing up in the countryside, so I had no idea how to do it. I would just dig out everything that was green. When they found out what I was doing they wanted to punish me because I had plundered so many beets. I tried to explain to the guards that I came from the city and therefore did not understand. He told me I was an idiot urban dweller and left me alone. I wasn’t punished. Then they actually had to show me what a weed is and what a beet is and only then could they send me back to work on the field."

"My mother was a nurse. My father’s name was Ladislav Kříček – he had already been married at the time when I was born. So I'm actually an illegitimate child and my mother had enormous problems because of that. At that time, an unmarried girl with a child had a difficult time. Everybody would point their finger at her. I experienced lots of different insults and later they would shout at me that I was a bastard and things like that. So I went through quite a bit of a hassle already in my childhood. My father promised her to get divorced, but he didn’t and thus my mother then moved to Karlovy Vary."

"We were constantly out of money. My mother arranged bricklayer’s job for me. In the fifties, lots of houses were built, blocks of flats and lots of various buildings – construction was at its height. Therefore my mother arranged an apprenticeship as a bricklayer for me in Královské Poříčí nearby Sokolov. That was in 1958."