Jiřina Navarová, roz. Maříková

“And we had one in a low shed and we had it illegally. We always killed it so that nobody saw it. We carried the piglet in a sack in a handcart and there was lots of straw on the handcart. My mum was pulling the handcart and I was pushing it. And a German soldier was riding a bike, we were resting under the hill and he suddenly wanted to help us. We were afraid, we would have had a problem if the pig had squealed. We said that we did not want him to help us and my mum told me to go and take a pee in potatoes. I said that I did not want to pee but my mother answered me to be quiet and to go there. To delayed us so that the soldier would leave. So, the soldiers went away and we pulled the pig home.”

“Once, he also came home, we sat down to eat dinner. He was fidgeting and fidgeting and all of sudden, a shot rang out. And he stole from a member of SS, the train was crowded and some members of SS put their belts to a place where you put your things. And he pulled a revolver out of one´s belt and put it into his coat. If they had seen him, they would have shot him there. He was afraid to say it at home because our father would scold him. The revolver shot, it flew around his chin, to the ceiling and to the ground. Dad jumped to his feet and slapped him.”