Milada Kovaříková

How my father didn’t want to join the communist party and was kicked out from his job after 1948 “Every Sunday my daddy used to go to Svatá Dobrotivá, as back then he was jobless and refused to join the party. And so he walked around with a rucksack and aunty, his sister, used to give him all sorts of things, such as milk or butter and he would bring it back home for us. We were grateful to her, as in fact she provided for us. My father never got any job position, as they always had their condition for him to join the party, and otherwise he´d remain jobless as a procurator.“ “Every Sunday my daddy used to go to Svatá Dobrotivá, as back then he was jobless and refused to join the party. And so he walked around with a rucksack and aunty, his sister, used to give him all sorts of things, such as milk or butter and he would bring it back home for us. We were grateful to her, as in fact she provided for us. My father never got any job position, as they always had their condition for him to join the party, and otherwise he´d remain jobless as a procurator.“

„A demarcation line was right between Rokycany and Holoubkov in a kind of a valley with a small stream. And whoever had a larger flat, as we lived in a villa, my parents had a three room flat, well so we had to accommodate German soldiers, well pardon me, actually the Russians. I remember for sure they said: ‚Give us your daughter, give them to us.‘ And my parents immediately took me to Prague and ever since I lived there as they had such manners… My mum though they were something special, so gave them white Damask lining on beds, with brocade atlases. And they lied in it with their shoes on, drunk much and left blood stains on the wall, that´s how it was…“