Marie Buchtová

“Then things happened rapidly. Lorries with soldiers from Holešov arrived. They stopped in the village and moved towards a forest. When they got there they saw the bunker was occupied. Skis were standing in front of the entrance and smoke was coming out of the chimney. They encircled it and ordered the partisans to get out. It ended up with a gunfight; some defended themselves so they shot them. There were three killed there and one wounded. My dad survived without a scratch. The soldiers blew the bunker up. Then they set out to Bohuslavice on foot. They took the dead ones and got out of the forest. Some farmer from Bohuslavice was distributing manure on a sledge. They ordered him to turn around and go with them to Březnice. They loaded the dead ones and my dad followed them in handcuffs.”

“The Gestapo had its people and began with the arrests. This took place in December of 1942. They assumed that everyone would be home for Christmas. So just after noon they picked up one family in Zlín and then set out to Březnice. They came to our place and our neighbors’ from across the hill. We were just about to go to the church for a morning mass. The old lady went ahead with my brother and sister who were ten and seven years old. My dad followed them and I went last, saying I would catch up. My mom stayed home with a three-month-old Libuška. It was a beautiful night, the sky was clear and one could see far. As soon as the old lady walked up the hill she saw a lot of people. She returned, warned my dad and he managed to escape to the forest. I met them when I was closing the gate. I wondered what was happening, why were there so many people? They pushed me over and went to bang on the door for my mom to open. In the meanwhile the old lady returned with the kids and we all had to go into the cottage. It was a mess inside, everything turned over; my mom was getting beaten for them to get some information. When they found nothing they took both of the women – my mom and my grandma – with them to interrogation at the Gestapo in Zlín. We stayed at home – us kids and a three-month-old Libuška. The neighbors took care of us. The neighbor herself had a small child so she came to breast-feed her.”

"Určitě, že byl strach. Protože, to víte, jak první voják vyšel z lesa, tož náš strýc ho šel přivítat. Teta na něho křičí:´Nechoď tam, vždyť to jsou Němci.´Němci nešli do lesa, Němci se báli lesa. A on povídal prý: ´Prosím tě, myslíš, že to nepoznám?´ Tak si šel s ním připít. Objali se a připil si s ním."

"Já myslím, že to je stejný, válka je válka. A je to škoda, protože krásné domy vystavěné a všechno shořelo. Všecko dole, všecko. Všecko zbořené. Je to škoda. Je to škoda, kterou lidi pracně nadělali a je to zničené."

"Dvakrát jsme měli znárodněný veškerý majetek, jedenkrát za Němců a podruhé v osmačtyřicátém roku. Tak jenom chci připomenout takovou historku, že, jak jsme museli dát krávy do kravína, tak ta jedna se nám vrátila zpátky domů."