Franjica Poznik

“What did we do? We raised geese, and we would go pull the feathers in winter. We got all together, pulled the feathers and sang songs. During carnivals, we assembled in one house and danced, sang and had fun. There was no cinema. When we moved over here [to Beška] in 1954 it was the first time I went to the cinema. I had never seen a TV set until we bought it here in Beška; not even a radio. We bought a radio when [daughter] Mira was born. My dad had no radio; he would plough the soil all day. (He also moved to Beška; we went one by one, eight families. Just like gypsies, we went one by one.). So we had a radio first and then we got a TV. So there were up to twenty of us in the house – women would come to us to watch TV. That’s how we had fun.”

“My dad farmed over the summer and worked in the forest, as a lumberjack, to get paid to bring us money so we could buy bread and live! We were five kids with nothing to live on – there was no money, not a dinar! The town was very far, there was no car or anything and we walked. Whatever we had – some eggs or butter that we made and quark from our cow’s milk – we would bring to market to Daruvar to sell and buy sugar, which we bought in kilos and only once a year, for a carnival or a party. We had that for feasts. We also made black coffee only when guests came during a feast. Other than that, we had quark and we sold it all to get some dinar. So when mum took it to Daruvar and sold it in the market, we had nothing to eat and were hungry. But she had to sell it to get some money.”

A folk song I Walked an Alley at Night, sung by the witness and her daughters, Marie and Mirjana.

“They came to our house. They (ed. note: the Black Legion) had killed a hundred Serbs on a hill in Derez and threw them in a well. They would stab children with a bayonet and throw them away. We children were scared! I still remember it with horror! They were horrible! Horrible! The Nazis were okay, but the Croats… and the Dalmatians the most – those ‘Black Shirts’ were the worst! They are the worst to this day, but we’re not supposed to say that.”

“I would go to market when I was… eleven, twelve or thirteen. Mum would pack up goods and tell me to buy salt. I took a little quark and some eggs that we had to Daruvar to sell... And then there was an ambush! Guerrillas! They didn’t let us go to the town and took everything from us. They sent it to their hospital. There was an attack, with soldiers going from Pakrac and from Daruvar. The guerrillas were here, hidden in a house near the forest, and we were hiding too! They started shooting at us, one by one. A lot of firing! We children were so scared that we crawled under the bed. Missiles flew, tanks drove and the guerrillas escaped to the forest. That’s what I saw as a child.”