Josef Ohnheiser

"Mom sent us to uncle Hubert to Ludgeřovice, to ask for a little flour. So that she could bake something for us. We went to uncle's and asked for flour. 'I'm not giving anything to German kids, nor will I sell.' He kicked us out and we went home. That was our Czech uncle."

At the cemetery fence, there was a hole dug out. Well, a grave. And in that grave, father's casket lay, it was made of plain boards. No paint. No flowers. No priest. Behind the fence, a few children stood, they held onto the fence and observed us, motionless. I still remember this scene. It's like that scene in Franz Kafka's The Process, when they lead Josef K. upstairs and around the railing around the stairs, small children stand and watch carefully."

"That man came to our kitchen, aimed a gun at our father and told him to undress. Dad asked why. The man insisted and kept pointing the gun at him. Dad took of his jacket, then he had to take his shirt off. 'Hands up,' the man ordered. Dad raised his hands and that man checked his armpits. Later on, I learned that the SS members had tattoos in their armpits."