Zuzana Petreje

“Once we hoed potatoes on the field in Liptovský Hrádok and a gunfight broke out. There was sawmill of forestry and on the other side were mountains. The Germans walked along the road. We were hoeing potatoes on such a large field, but if we didn't lie down to ground, we would have probably ended up shot dead. The bullets whistled around us.”

“Two Germans came to our house. One was really unattractive, I thought to myself he would search even for a needle in our house. We had a barrel full of bullets for the light machine-gun and grenades were there too. If they had found it, it would have been really bad. And in the palliasse I had one more automatic disassembled, which if had been revealed, we would have been dead. But the unattractive man took off his shoes, since he was wet, opened the stove door, and dried his socks. And the other one asked me if I was a dressmaker, as I sewed a dress to my sister. I told him I wasn't a dressmaker, but if he needed, I could make some clothes for him. He said he didn't need anything, but that his wife was a dressmaker and he showed me her pictures. I looked and said: 'Inge, … Lotta,' and he was very surprised I recognized them. I explained him that in 1942 there was a retreat for children in Tatry Mountains. He knew nothing about his family since 1940. So when I told him this, ever since then, whenever there was a German raid, these two always came to our house.”