Jaroslav Chromek

“Five or six times a year we used to come to Berlin or Dresden. Each year we used to come on vacation to a spa town of Zinnowitze. It was quite cheap there and even being hairies, we were the kings there. Each time we arrived they were waving at us from the pub from far away. They were making everything for us to stay. Using the socialistic company benefits many people used to visit. Factory people had their camps full. But they only drank a single beer and went away. But we sat at the table and until the evening we managed to drink around thirty beers, twenty shots and three lunches each. We left hundred marks there each. So when we were approaching the pub, we went around the queue and the inn and the innkeeper opened the door for us. We even had our own table. Others were angry as we had long hair and dirty patched trousers. The doors were always opened for us though. It was all cool as each year we used to come back there for holidays.“

“A woman from the National committee came in, sent the chimney sweeper to check the chimney and then two policemen with a man, who claimed his wallet was stolen. But they dragged him sort of weird, so the policemen went to have a look what was going on. Then they called the state police, which surrounded the place. Every hour someone came to ask a strange question, but they did not ban the event. If it had happened in Bohemia, they would have banned it immediately. For example, during the concert of Ota Veverka, where there was a provoker, the traffic police came, which helped the public officers, there were only two standard policemen and a secret one. Otherwise all of them were only helpers. They knew nothing, but as someone set it up, they quickly took everyone around and send them on spot.“

“They arrested me in Orlová, where three buses full of policemen came to the concert back then, which surrounded the garden, where they played and they took the underground folks marching. I don’t know why they took me, but I ended up in alcohol crash station. They left me with my old bag with a litre of wine, a snack, and knife and locked me up in a cell. I took it all out, sliced the bread with a knife and drank wine. In half an hour a policeman peeked in and saw it. Four other policemen rushed in, took me to the crash station and locked me up for the whole night.“