Frideta Seidlová

“Altogether there were about 300 people in the camp, and almost all of them were in families. We had two, three different sized houses at our disposal. The way it was, we slept in the big house and we slept in two rows facing each other. We each had a plank for ourself, and Dad made sure we had enough space, and we had the cot in the middle, and he made a table. He never did carpentry at home, but there he did all sorts of things because he was the type of person who doesn’t shun any technically-minded work. And with food it was thus. We occasionally got some baked goods from the shop, sometimes a bit of sugar, but never any milk or milk products, meat was very rare, we had it about twice. They had salted fish, but you couldn’t desalt them. And no fat. When we lived in the village, we could take some of the clothes we had with us and exchange it for a kilo of lard. So we rendered the lard and the cracklings were good. So not enough fat and no proteins the whole year.”

“We had to get up before sunrise and hurry to the cart. We rode the whole day until nightfall. Someone in the village we reached let us sleep over in the straw, and the next day we continued. It wasn’t just the three of us, but also Mum’s sister with a little baby and her husband, and my father’s brother. They all gathered up at our place when the war began, so that we’d be together. And so we all travelled in that one cart across the whole of Poland right to the borders.”

“The soldiers came to us in the night. They were two very decent, uniformed young men. They told us very politely that we should pack our things and come with them. They asked us where the men were, we said serving in night jobs. So they sent us to inform them where we’d be waiting for them, so that they could join us after work. That was good news. So the grown-ups set straight off to say the men should join us - that meant my father and the husband from my aunt, who had a baby.”

“One shouldn’t die, shouldn’t give up, one should fight. If he wanted to die, he should’ve fought first. That’s the way I saw it. And even today when they celebrate him and I hear them say he sacrificed himself, I think to myself, why? We still had the normalisation, everything still happened the way it did. I know he was a hero, but he wasn’t the only one. There was one more after him, but he’s not talked about. There were other such people abroad. When it comes it, nowadays it’s a rather common method of protest in the Orient, to burn yourself alive. It’s also connected with giving life a low value.”