Eugenie Točíková

"I was seeing his parents all the time, they loved me, and I loved them. I would go to Dačice for one week and Brno for the next week. I went on a vacation with them as well. They truly wanted me to wait for him to get back, and I wanted it too. After five years, however, I was desperate because I wanted to have children and a family. But everything was terribly distant. Then when I went to visit him in the prison, Vlastík wrote to me: 'Please be nice and find someone else because I'm not coming back. I thought I would come back soon, but I won't.' I wanted to marry him while he was still in prison. He secretly answered me by writing on a piece of toilet paper. Someone, I don't know, he was a fake person who wanted me to send him packages, and it wasn't true, brought it to me. He brought it to me saying that my fiance is sending it, so I should think about it, he doesn't want to ruin my life. That was the moment when I decided to become independent."

"Mommy was so quick-witted that she took two sheets and pulled his stomach, and I saw that pool of blood. And I was just under fifteen years old. The doctor came and said he had to go to the hospital, but there was no hospital in Dačice. They put him in the ambulance and drove all the way to Počátky, which is far. And dad was in the operating room for four and a half hours - mom went with them. The Russians came to Dačice during the morning, and I was locked in that house. There was blood and sheets in the bathtub. So I opened the door, and everyone was shouting: 'The Russians are here! Come and welcome them!'"

“He desperately begged me to arrange for him to be transferred to Jáchymov. Can you imagine how bad it must have been for him in Bory if he wanted to be moved to Jáchymov instead!? Of course, the warden was listening, and he warned us that if we did not stop it he would terminate the visit, because we were only allowed fifteen minutes, anyway, and dad told me that he needed a toothpaste. I was not allowed to give him a toothpaste, of course... He suffered from an inflammation of periosteum. It hurt him so badly, and I don’t know if they treated him for that at all… I had to leave after fifteen minutes, and from that moment I started crying and I kept crying until I arrived to Dačice.”

“Suddenly somebody came to tell us that dad was lying there in blood… I don’t know if there were any fast ambulance cars at that time, and so we just got hold of one taxi driver from the village who went there to pick him up. He took him to the nearest hospital in Počátky, where they told us that he was in an infaust state and that he would probably not survive. He had two penetration wounds: one through his stomach and one through his thigh. The Russians were already in Dačice and people were celebrating… Everybody was merry and I was at home crying, because we had the bathtub full of bloodied bed sheets and all this... I was terrified that at any moment – there were no mobile phones at that time – that dad would simply be no more. So that was how my mom and I celebrated the liberation.”

“We have already printed the wedding announcements and we had two banns in the church. I was in Dačice at that time, there was a big storm and I was terribly scared. I am scared of storms and so I went to the bedroom of my mum and dad. Mom’s behaviour was really strange and she kept telling me: 'Don't worry, don't be afraid.' She was crying all the time and I asked her: 'What’s wrong?' She replied: 'Evženka, I must tell you something. They arrested Vlastík yesterday in the afternoon.' I thought I would have a stroke at that exact moment.”