Josef Cejpek

“In those days flats weren’t provided by the houses authority or committee, you had to find one for yourself. They gave one offer, it wasn’t suitable, nothing came of it. Then there was one ruin that didn’t even have much of a roof, next to a former Evangelical church, here in Švermova Street No. 62. So they patched the roof with tar paper. The condition was that both parents would work in the forest. There were so many forests. In the meantime my parents saved up some money, and after a number of years, I was already attending school, they bought the house here at 227 Na potoku Street.”

“Only two or three families remained in Slavonice. It didn’t matter where they went, as long as it was cleared out so the village could be raised from the ground. There were more villages here: Leštnice, Kuní, Košťálkov. And they placed a no entry there, as it was the border zone, so it was forbidden. And Maříž had a border zone - entry only for those authorised. Those were two zones, one had a black sign and one a red. Maříž was a village designated for extinction. That is no one was allowed to change a roof tile or a window, no one was allowed to move in. They placed a bar on the road from Slavonice with guards there day and night, they had a permanent watch there and checked all entries into Maříž, and thus also into Leštnice.”

“Those are such memories that I wanted to get there, but it wasn’t legally possible. I didn’t dare go there in secret because they shot people for that. When you cross the wires, they immediately come at you on their cars or horses, the military. I never got there even though I wanted to. I only succeeded in getting there when the borders opened up.” (Q: “Did you recognise it?”) “Perfectly, everything. Which tree belonged to whom, where we lived, where the nut trees were. But I was afraid that when they had demolished it, well there had been a lot of cellars there, one for potatoes, one for milk, meat. And when they demolished it I was afraid that I might fall through somewhere. It had overgrown with moss and grass, and one step might have taken me plunging into a well or somewhere.”

“It was a hard life. I know that father didn’t fulfil the quota just once, and the cops came and blocked his shredder, because he hadn’t delivered his quota of grain, so they came and put a plug in his shredder, so that he couldn’t shred grain for his hens.”

“That was a little wooden chapel, a spring, and that supplied the pond where the men would wash the horses on a summer evening, or the cattle would quench their thirst. Every house had a well, that offered some better quality for the horses.”