Václav Bureš

* 1947

  • "The last guys were walking back to the company from their post, and we met them and said, see you in the pub in the evening. We chatted like that so they knew we had no bad intentions. Tonda left two logs at the border, like he forgot. He would have to work a few miles away the next day, and we drove there so they would not have to go get them... In case we encountered someone, we had an excuse as to why our trailer was unhooked and we were going towards the border: to get the two logs! That was our excuse to approach the borderline. Then we looked to the left, to the right - nobody to be seen, except for a coachman with horses approaching on the German side, about a hundred yards away. We were off, running like hell. I can still see him today, about forty meters away. He was standing there with his mouth open - he never saw people running so fast. It was... well, I'll never forget that guy. He was actually the first person we met on the German side. And we were gone..."

  • "In the meantime, I was able to visit my grandparents in Germany in 1969 and 1970. Once a year; they were direct relatives. Then 1971 came. I applied with the passport office in the autumn, and they laughed me off: 'You're done. We have decided that your grandparents are not direct relatives.' They ruled that water would flow uphill, and that was that. I thought, 'Well, nobody will accommodate me here. I can't do this and I can't do that, and eventually I won't be able to do anything at all. I said, 'Why not work in the Dyleň mine?' I just wanted to know how the border guard works. I worked in the mine and I did good there. Everybody knew they could count on me. Then 18 September came..."

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    Karlovy Vary, 26.09.2025

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The German carter had never seen such fast runners. We were running across the border

Václav Bureš, circa 1970
Václav Bureš, circa 1970
photo: Security Services Archive of the Czech Republic

Václav Bureš was born in Mariánské Lázně on 28 September 1947. His father Rudolf Bureš and mother Eva, née Flégrová, came from protestant Czech communities that had settled in Prussian Silesia in the 18th century. His father served in the German Navy during World War II, was a British POW, and joined his repatriated wife in Tři Sekery in the West Bohemian border region after 1946 to work as a gamekeeper. The witness’s paternal relatives moved to Germany (Westphalia) after the war. Václav Bureš completed primary school in Tři Sekery and Mariánské Lázně and then forestry apprenticeship in Lesná near Tachov. Completing his military service (Jeseník 1966-1968), he did not get a job in the field and worked as a driver in Mariánské Lázně and at the sawmill in Lázně Kynžvart. In 1969-1970 he visited relatives in Germany, but his next application to go to Germany was rejected in 1971. Unhappy with the regime and pressed by the normalisation, he chose to leave the country. In 1971 he took a job at the Dyleň uranium mine in the border zone. On 18 September 1971, under the pretext of a business trip, he and friend Antonín Belanec drove through a border guard checkpoint. They left the tractor near the Dyleň shaft, then crossed the border on foot at Kajetánská cesta. The escape was smooth thanks to their knowledge of the area and the carelessness of the patrols. In Germany, they registered as refugees in the Zirndorf camp near Nuremberg. Václav Bureš was interrogated by American authorities, likely the CIA. Pressed by his family, his friend Belanec returned to Czechoslovakia and was sentenced to a six-month sentence suspended for two years. Václav Bureš stayed in Germany and started a new life. In absentia, he was sentenced to a one-year unconditional sentence for illegally leaving the Republic. In Germany, he worked as a truck driver. In 1973, Olga Hrůzová emigrated to join him. They subsequently married, built a house and raised a son and a daughter. After 1989 he visited Czechoslovakia again and renewed family contacts, including with Antonín Belanec. In 2025 he was living in Germany and was already a widower.