Věroslava Bojková

„On byl v Bušíně u sedláka. Ten už ho tam nechtěl, no bál se, musí se říct. Jaké to bylo spojení. Jeho tatínek dělal s mou maminkou. Tak jí říká: ‚On už ho tam nechce, já nevím, jak bysme to udělali.‘ Tak já jsem šla za klukama (partyzány) na sraz, tak říkám: ‚Mohl by tam přijít?‘ Tak že jo. Tak zase zpátky domů. Maminka vyřídila tatínkovi, tatínek vyřídil jemu a domluvil, v kolik to může být. Zase to muselo být domluvený do detailů, že on šel z Bušína a já jsem šla od nás. Sešli jsme se, jak je křižovatka z Bohutína s tou státní silnicí a šli jsme za nima za Rovensko. No ja, ale přišli jsme do Postřelmůvku a Postřelmůvek byl plnej německých vojáků. Víte, jak nám zatrnulo. Tak jsme se honem chytli pod paži a ťu, ťu, ťu, ňu, ňu, ňu. Spolu jsme šli. On už se nevrátil, zůstal s klukama. Já dodneška nevím, jak jsem přišla domů. Já nevím...nevím.“

„Oni měli bunkr. Po válce se upravil a byl přístupnej. Jestli je ještě dnes, nevím. Do bunkru se lezlo z vrchu, tam byl stromek, ten se musel zdvihnout a slezlo se dírou dolů. Po válce to zadělali a udělali tam dveře, aby se tam mohli přivézt děcka, aby viděli, jak to vevnitřku vypadalo v té jeskyni, kde bydleli. Potom jezdili do Hrabové, tam byl taky nějakej velkej bunkr. Přes léto bylo v lesích u Růžového údolí. Tam je Němci honili...“

“He just finished his vocational training in the Olšany paper mill as an electrician. They had to sent one worker to the Todt organization to construct bridges in Russia. He was the youngest one there and so he had to go. He even waved to us as he was leaving on the train. He got all the way to Poltava and then they were retreating from there. But the war front was moving there, and back, and there, and back again, and he remained with some Volhynian Czechs. But then the war front returned again and those people were transported to Germany to work there. He thus came to Germany under a false name of a brother of that Volhynian woman. He was not able to write letters home from Germany, and so he wrote a letter to somebody whom he trusted. The guys who worked in MEZ Postřelmov company took documents from a guy who had escaped to the partisans. They issued documents for him, certifying that he was doing some construction work there, and he was thus able to arrive home. He arrived home at night, but we were hiding one partisan in our house and I was on duty in Libina, and the two guys were hiding in our place. We kept locking the door all the time, and one day one of them needed to go to the toilet, which we had on the veranda, and meanwhile a guy from the village, who talked a lot, came there.”

“Whatever bread she had at home, she cut it all into pieces and gave it to them. They were supposed to spend the night at her farm, but I don’t know where they slept, because I was afraid. I had a small room there. The German woman gave them whatever food she had at home so that they would not be hungry. I don’t remember anymore if those prisoners were Russian or English.”

“When my brother arrived home from Russia on a leave, he brought a friend who was in Russia with him, and he brought some of his friends with him. And I started dating one of them and we eventually walked down the aisle. He was a car repairman by profession and he worked in Zábřeh. When the Gestapo came for the first guy, somebody ran into the workshop and warned him that they were looking for him. They opened the window in the workshop and he jumped out. Then they closed the window and they scattered some metal chips around so that nobody would notice that it had been opened. The Gestapo men were searching for him and the other employees said that he had probably gone to see a doctor. But the others who had been involved in this as well had to escape, too. There was nothing else for them to do, because if they were after one of them, they were after all of them. They were making cars for Germans which were sent to the war front. They knew what to do so that the cars would later break down, but that they would leave the workshop in a perfect condition.”