Sylvia Hauznerová

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  • "It was a shock. We were living in Dvory, the weather was nice, my sister was on holiday with me. She was in nursing school, my son was in his crib. We heard a huge noise. We went out on the balcony and saw the tanks, it was unpleasant. We lived between the barracks, in the back of Dvory, and there were others by the racecourse. Tanks were going everywhere and we didn't know what was going on. Below us lived a neighbour who drove a service car for the regional national committee and knew what had happened. He explained to us that the Russians had arrived. They drove the tanks onto the Dvorský Bridge and it fell down with them. One tank drowned there and we had no water, no gas, no electricity. I gave my brother and Honza Tichý a ticket for Sunar to pick up at the pharmacy and I had milk for porridge for my son that evening. There was a supermarket across the street from our house, and I quickly bought a loaf of bread, butter, a kilo of sugar, and cauliflower. I took the latter to work to cook for dinner, as there was nothing to cook it on at home. On top of that, I had a toothache and a nerve infection. I walked from Dvory to the dental emergency clinic. Fortunately, Dr. Bureš was there and treated me. I was shaking all over when I was walking past the tanks. It was terrible."

  • "They [State Security] came to get me at work and the senior doctor said to them, 'Please, why don't you at least let her change her clothes? Why are you taking her in a nurse's uniform?' Everyone recognized their car. When they came to our apartment, they started counting possessions, [they wanted everything] paid for, including towels. So the other one... I said, 'Oh, no way.' I didn't even have family allowances yet. I'd only just gone into work. At that time my mum was helping me financially. My grandmother, who had owned the house - the Communists took it - had the lowest pension. So one got to know the other, unpleasant side. Going to State Security interrogations was not good." - "How do you remember it, how did it go?" - "They came to get me at work and took me [to the interrogation room], it was still during Thermal. You [went] through a barred gate, I handed in my ID cards. The interrogation room was not pleasant at all, it was horrible. I tried to forget it as quickly as possible because I had been dreaming about it for two or three years. Then my mother helped me when she came, Honza's Edita helped me. So it was very unpleasant. You know, being born in Israel, being Jewish, my husband emigrating to America... Do you know what it was like for them?" That was really something for them.

  • "At home we spoke Czech, sometimes German, so that we wouldn't forget. My grandmother still spoke French. I knew those languages. When we were coming back home to the Czechoslovakia [from Tel Aviv], we stopped in Cheb. At the station I heard some people saying, 'All the Jews and German-speaking people should be hanged.' It was unpleasant. I could understand, but I couldn't speak."

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I experienced anti-Semitism when I was three years old on a train in Cheb

Sylvia Hauznerová, graduation photo, 1960
Sylvia Hauznerová, graduation photo, 1960
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Sylvia Hauznerová was born on 21 March 1943 in Tel Aviv. She came from a Jewish family, and due to the growing pre-war pressure against Jews, her extended family, including her grandmother and uncle, decided to emigrate to Palestine. Her father, Ludvík Fischer, fought on the Western Front. Until the age of three, the witness lived a quiet childhood with her mother, grandmother and uncle on the sunny beaches of the Mediterranean. In the spring of 1946, she returned to Bohemia with her mother. Post-war Karlovy Vary and the house in Vřídelní Street, which her grandmother had regained, became their home. Shortly after their return, however, her parents divorced and little Sylvia and her mother moved to Prague, to Bílá Hora. Here she also went to school. She was guided through her education by a great teacher, Věra Tůmová, the younger sister of Milada Horáková. Her mother later married Alfons Šefčák and gave birth to a second daughter. Not long afterwards, her husband died and they had to struggle through life as Jews and non-communists. In 1960, the witness finished secondary school and entered medical school. She also studied medicine, but eventually returned to her grandmother in Karlovy Vary to care for her and worked as a nurse in the spa. There she met her future husband, Alexander Žuravský, and in 1966 their son Petr was born. A year later her husband left for France and from there emigrated to America. Pressure from State Security (StB), house searches and investigations left their mark on the witness. It was undesirable that as a legal citizen of Czechoslovakia she should remain married to an emigrant. She therefore divorced due to pressure from State Security. At the end of the 1960s, her husband died tragically abroad. In 1973 she married Petr Hauzner and their son Jiří was born. Despite being offered to join the Communist Party, she did not become a member. She lived through the November Velvet Revolution at the Karlovy Vary, going to gatherings at the main post office, but also in fear that everything would not turn out well. Both sons successfully completed their studies. Sylvia Hauznerová worked as a nurse in the spa until her retirement. In 2025, at the time of recording, she was living in Karlovy Vary.