Ing. Juraj Šebo

"He would visit us. I remember him very well as a child. To me he was like … my father didn't really take care of me, to tell the truth. He drove me on a motorcycle. He fulfilled my boyish dreams. He rode horses and was quite good at it. He took me to Petržaka. He opened a new world for me. Over time, I forgot about it. I knew he ran away. I learned that as an adult. I didn't notice such things as a child. It was rumored that he had succeeded. I once read a newspaper and some historian wrote about his escape. And I was like, damn it, I know this man. I started rummaging through the old photos we had at home. I found a bunch of photos of him from that time. Then his oral history was found, where he talks about his whole life."

"I experienced things such as some shooting on the street. I had my own car assigned to me, and every day when I came to the building, the chassis was checked for bombs. It was just after the war. Smoke was still billowing from some of the buildings because they had been bombed. But for example the theater worked, I was there at some Vivaldi concert. It was interesting, being in a destroyed country and listening to Vivaldi.”

"My father was ill, he had the flu. Almost the whole family was with us and they played cards. Suddenly someone rang and there were four or five guys in leather coats standing outside the door. ‘Does Mr. Sebo live here?’ And my mother said yes. ‘We came for him.’ And she said why. ‘That's our business!’ They came in, I guess my father was still in his pajamas. 'Get dressed and come with us!' I cried right away. And my father said to me, 'Don't cry, you are already a pioneer!' He told me. I remember that sentence. Interestingly, they did a home search right away. They threw everything away, the whole apartment. There were two or three men. My grandfather, he was an old laborer and a communist, they also took him to the police. Another one was a friend of my father, he was a kind of businessman. He sold watches and dollars. When they led them away, this one - we called him Deaf, because he did not hear well. Because when he had the business, they attacked him and shot him. But he had a pen in his pocket, and the bullet bounced off his ear, and he became deaf. So they also took Deaf and Grandpa to the police. Grandpa was released immediately because they saw that he was a communist cadre. But they left this Deaf there. Before, when they were taking them away and getting inside the cars, he would empty his pockets - watches, doxas and dollars. "