Zdena Žajglová

"That's what I always wondered, there was a light in that basement, and I was like, 'Dad, why is there a light if there's no one there? And he said, 'Don't go, you'll fall, the stairs are bad,' but I kept saying, 'Why is that light there?' Daddy wouldn't tell me. First, there was a partisan; first, he was in the church, but they guarded the churches to see if anyone was hiding there. It was kind of a three-way thing; my uncle was a druggist, and his friend, a classmate, worked in the pharmacy. And the parish priest: his name was Vinš, he baptised me, and I went to the parish as a pupil. When a German patrol was going to come to the church, the partisan hid in our cellar. I already said, Daddy - he was courageous. I kept asking why the lights were on, and Dad said, 'Well, because we have potatoes there and it's cold, they'd freeze.'"

"When the Russians came, I'll digress now, but I'll return to the topic. She was a beautiful woman, blonde. But she couldn't come out at all in the daytime. The Russians moved in with us, in that yard; they had their things there. So if she... I don't know, it is strange to you, but the Russians were harassing these young girls or how to put it. So they were abusing them, I don't have to explain how, I don't even want to say it. Unfortunately, that's the way it was. She used to hide in the basement at night. She didn't come out during the day, and she hid at night."