Božena Krejčová

My birth name is Fritzová, written in German, and my father also spoke German. So they pulled him out of the factory and he was supposed to be an interpreter for a German, it was von Strobl. And unfortunately. Dad said he had to liquidate a sea of letters when the Czechs reported the Czechs. After the war, even though my mother was cheering, my father said don't rejoice, the Bolsheviks would come and it would be bad too. Of course, my father was described as a collaborator, so we were in danger of having to go to Germany with the Germans, but it turned out that von Strobl was also an English agent. So, of course, that freed him from all suspicions.

"Plojhar came to power here with us. Plojhar was a pastor, but he was very much in favour of the party and the government, so he was made minister of health and was also in the People's Party. And he was then excommunicated from Rome. I was then asked what I was saying to [Bishop] Vincent. I didn't have much money then, because I didn't get a scholarship, so I said that I just had the money and that I didn't have time left for the newspaper and I just didn't know what it was about. And what I say to Plojhar and his ex-communication. I said that he was an older gentleman and that he knew what he was doing, and I, a student, could not criticize him. You're making excuses, to get money for the newspaper so you are expelled from the university."

"One day in February 1948, it was a lecture on anatomy - Boravanský. The tickets began to go around the auditorium, everyone come to the courtyard of the hospital in Karlák. And when Borovanský finished his lecture, he called for calm. I still didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until I came to the courtyard that a window opened in a small building, and two students peeked out and started shouting on behalf of the medical school's action committee. They didn't get any further because they were called, what committee are they, who are they. And someone even threw a stone at them, so they closed the window and it was over. An anthem began to be sung and it was said: We are going to the Castle. At that time, the gentlemen wore hats, or a hat in their hands, just as they go to the funeral, we went to Prague, we went to the Castle. "

"When [German signs] were torn down, my mother and I went to the streets and I cried. My mother said to me then: Don't be ashamed of those tears. The enthusiasm for being free again cannot be expressed in words. However, people from the concentration camp went and I signed up here as a nurse - I was in the seventh grade - in repatriation camps. There I met just the people who were returning in a poor state. There was even one German, who was returning. Nobody wanted to go to help him. At the same time, he was a man who was also put in a concentration camp for his opinions. I came to work one morning and people carried compotes and everything anyone had for the former prisoners. And that pantry was once empty. I was sixteen. So I got all the men on board and started explaining to them that there was peace, that they no longer have to be afraid. That they will have something to eat and to sign up or just whisper to me whoever took it. That I will not judge him. Those guys went and swore they didn't take it. I was horrified to find out that a Czech took it. "