Jarmila Čermáková

* 1932

  • „At about ten o´clock the guerrillas have come to us to leave the lodge immediately as we were about to get blown off. Well, so we woke up at about ten o'clock, it was good that my parents had it covered. Well, in short, my dad dug a hole there so that we could hide in there. There were branches, and so on, but it was already spring and there was water flowing in. So there were about five centimetres of water, so it was quite difficult for my parents. But about ten o´clock what could they do, right? And at twelve o'clock the Russians shot ground missiles and dropped thirteen down on our house. And those were really big holes, maybe three quarters of the room, thirteen holes, but it was just as if the Lord was watching over us. In front of the house, one hole next to the other; and it was five meters from the lodge. So there were even no cracks at all.”

  • “These were just young boys, fifteen or sixteen years old, little soldiers. And they came to us twice a day, came to us, and looked around the apartment, if anyone was there. Of course, once in a blue moon there was a guerrilla guy with a message what was going on, and daddy's translated it to German, but they were pretty good. But we did not know what he would have done, when the main thing happened. Well, and they just came to us and my dad sayd: ´We got news, at five o´clock five guerrilla guys were here. But there were twelve of them on horsebacks informing that the front was coming, that the front has finally moving here and that they would come to us as such, twelve thirteen soldiers, just like the front, doing what was going on. Kind of explorers. My daddy told the Germans, but of course you were gone and there was a pond near the lodge with a small dam and Daddy said, that finally the Germans were not there after three weeks, and we turned around and the Russian were just arriving. So it was just that quick; within a quarter of an hour the Russians replaced the Germans. And that's when I saw my dad as white as the snow, that was how scared he got, because there could have been a shootout and we could all be dead for sure.”

  • “Well, it was all pretty good for us, as there was a kind of a footpath, the road was not used very much, and on one side there was a new road that was not even on the map. So there, just like that, the Russians, when they came to Moravia, and there were the distilleries here and they had much alcohol, vodka and so on. They said: ´Please, pour out everything, because as the Russians arrive, it's the end, they will drink it all up and the front will not move forward anymore.´ So that is what has happened. They spent three weeks there; whole three weeks, but those poor women that lived in the neighbourhood, because the drunken guys... and the females had to be nice, oh well... so they even raped twelve-year old girls... So it was such a sad thing, it was a case of a fifteen-year-old boy, who walked around agitating for people to pour all alcohol out in order to let the front move on. Well, and they were just waiting for him, because there were three war fronts, and one of them was left with alcohol. Then it was a little bit worse, somehow as the transport went and they had cows, and one of them was dying, so they wanted a new one. Well, they came to our house and wanted to take our cow. But daddy asked how we should live without it as it was the only thing we had left. Food was scares, all eaten up, just everything. Well then it got rather bad, because there were two guys arguing about it, and the Russian took a gun and shot right over their heads. So they fell down to the ground and were lucky not to get shot... Then it was even worse, because when they took it, they got a drink, and of course, daddy was hiding it from me... but there were two Russians, an older got my mom, and the younger one was trying to get me, but daddy was sheltering me and did not move a step from me, so he just left.”

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Peace meant for me not to being scared of any aircrafts anymore

Jarmila Čermáková
Jarmila Čermáková
photo: Příběhy našich sousedů

Jarmila Čermáková was born on 1932 in Přibice in the Southern Moravia as a daughter of a gamekeeper. Since her childhood she kept moving with her parents to lodges in the middle of nowhere in the forests. She experienced bombing during WW2 and often had to hide in temporary shelters down the mines. When the war was over and the German bombardiers were no threat anymore, Russian soldiers arrived leaving material and moral ravage behind. Even the Čermaks were not spared. Apart from that the witness went to school through the woods, which was full of mines and unexploded grenades. Following 1948 a big issue were classes of religion.