Bedřich Zahradník

"There used to be a dam behind the church in Zlín. And under that dam, there was a villa house where the Zlín’s offshoot of the Secret Police (StB) used to operate. They made me sit down there inside such a small cubbyhole, which was about one square meter in size. A very sharp light was shining the whole time. I had spent about forty-eight hours there, at least. No food, not even drinks. I wanted to go to the toilet. So, I opened the door and saw an office right opposite to it, from where a terrible roar could be heard. It was dark there, and some sparks were flying from the table. Someone was being bullied with electricity. How did they do that, that’s what I am not sure about. A terrible roar could be heard from there. It made me very scared. Then, they took me to the railways' station, seated me inside a wagon, taking me to solitary confinement no. 4 in Hradiště. Nothing had happened the whole day. On the second day, some small… StB’s officer (estébák), a little sod, dressed in civilian clothes, had appeared. He led me to the interrogating room, and there was another one. And this one was such a hulk. They asked me what I would tell them. I said I did not know anything. They told me that I kept someone at my place. I replied, denying that, only saying that one of my friends just asked me if one of his acquaintances could stay at my place for a couple of days, as he would start working at the Bata enterprise and had no other place to stay at for the time being. So, I had let him stay over. The small investigator raised and walked away. Then, the second one started working on me, hitting me. Once he finished, the small once came back and said that he knew I was well aware of the fact that the guy who was staying over at my place had escaped from prison. He showed me protocol then and said that had I told them straight, I would not have been beaten."

"That mountain is called Barák. It is only about five kilometers from our place to Vizovice. It leads uphill; therefore, I had to walk with my bike there. I came up and saw two boys sitting there. One of them was our neighbor. František Machů was his name. I said hello to them, and they called me to stop. I told them not to fool around and drove on. And at that moment, they fired at me. I fell off my bicycle, as I was startled. They said: ‘You have to stop when we tell you to do so.’ I replied: 'Franta, what are you doing?' They let me go then. Baťa was the name of the second guy. They both betrayed Ploština. They had joined the partisans as their confidants. The Gestapo had managed to infiltrate them there. I continued to Vizovice and met the German commando right under the forest on the Vizovice side. It was the commando that was heading to Ploština. They had already arranged things with Mach and Baťa, who were supposed to take them there. There were about sixty of them. From Vizovice, I went back home again, straight to graze our goats. I walked them about one kilometer to the cross that was standing upfront of our house, where four huge linen trees used to grow. And, as I went uphill, I saw that Ploština was in flames. All the houses were burning. By the time I returned from Vizovice, they had already caught everyone there, threw them all into the fire."