Vladimír Vlček

We are with a friend, a colleague, it's such, I think, quite an interesting story, we were driving to work in the morning. And we noticed that in Bohuslavice, which is a village before Poříčí near Trutnov, that soldiers, then Soviet soldiers, were stretching a cable across the road. So we were like, "Damn, we've got to do something about it." So, we came to work and we said to the other guys, the co-workers, "Hey guys, we're going to cut their cable." So the next day we were like, yeah, yeah , yeah, we'll go there. And the next day, I think there were four or five of us, we sat in the car. When we arrived at work, we took the ax and drove back to the pole they were running down; we figured it was a telephone cable. Because they had tents on both sides of the road, beware that was the valley, through which the Úpa river flows and the main road from Úpica to Trutnov flows there. We simply came to that pole, took an axe, cut the telephone cable, we assumed it was a telephone cable, smeared it with dirt so that it wouldn't be visible at first glance, and left again. And when we were coming back after work, this happened around ten o'clock in the morning and our shift ended at two o'clock, we were walking past that road and now we saw the swarm of soldiers who were looking for the problem, because suddenly there was definitely no connection. There were ten, fifteen soldiers running around, desperately trying to locate the issue.

My father had a company, it was called, at that time, it was called Vlček a spol. I have a number of artefacts here that relate to that company. After the war, I was born at the end of the war in the year 1944, after the war, practically five years after the war, in 1948, so it's not five years, in 1948 there was a communist coup, which meant that my father's company was nationalized. They took away our orchard; of course they took away the workshop. Which was a factory that had about twenty-two, twenty employees at the time and it was my dad's jewel. Moreover, this fact left its mark on him in such a way that when he was fifty-three years old, he died of a heart attack.