Kateřina Večeřová

"He was an Englishman and [my uncle] hid him in a barn where we used to go to collect eggs every day, go swinging on this chain swing, and we just went to that barn all the time. The man must have been awfully nervous about all of us going in there. We'd go in there to get straw, store something in there, and make a fodder mix for the poultry and the pigs in this machine. My uncle would bring him food and drinks secretly. He likely only came out at night, that's for sure; nobody knew, not even my mother. Eventually he managed to get him to safety. I don't know, likely to the partisans, who then sent him on. It was impossible to talk about it."

"My mother and I slept in the sitting room, and my uncle had a room past the kitchen. He had been to a farmers' meeting, and right after he went to bed, there was a banging on the kitchen window. My mother heard it, she opened it and said, 'What's going on?' [Neighbour] František Kovář said, 'Don't worry, Ms Jurková, that's me, Franta Kovář. I just need to speak with Miro.' She answered the door, a horde of Gestapo men and soldiers rushed in, turned my mother around, and had her walk through the line of soldiers to uncle's room. I was crying on one side, not allowed to go near her; one of them held me. They waited for him to get dressed, and then they arrested him. Then when they arrested [Wilhelm Prellberg], my mother could tell [my uncle] just by the hat he had on..."