Karin Nováková

“One day ahead, the mayor would come with some people, they took a look at the houses, and if someone liked a house, the next day that house's owners were ordered to pack up their luggage, not more than 30 kilos, and be prepared to leave at such and such time. They quickly packed whatever they needed and then were taken to the train station in Cheb. There, they stayed in the camp or the cloister, waiting for the next train that would take them away.”

“My great-grandmother was deported and died of sorrow about two weeks later. She couldn’t bear the idea of leaving the animals behind. They owned some lovely cows and horses. She walked round the village and cried she wanted to go home, then collapsed and died. That was it.”