Vlasta Skřičková

„To jsme měli jako dějepis, a tak se muselo černou páskou zalepovat třeba půl stránky nebo některá věta. To se zalepovalo, to byla ta cenzura. Ale přesto, měli jsme úžasného profesora, který nám dovedl i za těchto okolností, tolik nám toho dal, že jsme to nepociťovali, že by to bylo něco výjimečného. Ale taky ho pak zavřeli, přímo ze školy ho jednou odvezli. Byl zavřený. To jako jo, ale jinak... Měli jsme spoustu hodin němčiny. Kromě normální němčiny byly hodiny německé konverzace, zeměpis se musel učit, teda mluvit německy, to jsme jako v němčině a při maturitě taky, čili to byl další předmět německý. Tak to bylo těch Němců dost.“

“Well, and because of that, they were always wandering, they always went somewhere in the evening and wandered around the neighborhood. Ours too, because shrapnel fell into the house next door, so we couldn't close the door, so every now and then someone appeared at our house too. My father was worried about me, so he built a ladder here. There was a small attic above the attic, so he always took the ladder in the evening and took me up there. I had mattresses there and he gave away the ladder, so I spent the night there, but it was pretty bad because some shrapnel fell somewhere nearby. It wasn't pleasant, and in the morning, they let me out again.”

"I ran like home and of course there was no public transport operating. Now, as I was walking, something was burning all around, and there were firemen. Well, there was such confusion, everyone was trying to put something out, to help. Well, the whole of Brno was simply bombed. Well, I went through the Grain Market. My grandmother lived there, they had Boromean sisters there... they had a convent there and they had one there, back then it was like the old people's home is today. There the old ladies could live in that room with their furniture and there they were. Well, my grandmother was there. I was just running through the Grain Market, and it was completely leveled to the ground, destroyed, and on fire. And when I walked by, those who didn't survive were already being taken out of the basement of the burning house. And I found my grandmother there, I recognized her clothes."

"It was in November, they raided Kounic's dormitories and all the students, it was at night, in the evening, late at night, and some of the boys were being locked in cars and taken somewhere to concentration camps. Now, the boys still in their pyjamas, I remember it like today, how they ran away from here, everyone wanted to save themselves somewhere, to get away."