Marie Fiedlerová

"The victims were brought to the U Vítků pub to the hall. They lay in that hall before the funeral was prepared, the cemetery was only in Plazy. They buried them all in one grave, but each in their own coffin. My mother and I were there, there were plenty of Řepov people. It was quite a nice day." - "How was the funeral?" - "Unfortunately, I don't remember that anymore, I just know it was a nice day. At the time, I thought that when they were placing them in the grave, I remembered the song, 'Light up to me, you golden sun, the last journey.' Then, in the 1950s, they installed a cemetery in Řepov and they brought the victims here. There is a large monument and it says: 'We gave life, you give love'. There was a successful football team in the village, my father played and my brother was good too, I have to be proud of that. They always held a tournament on the anniversary of May 9, and the day before people went to a memorial. A representative of football and the community and everyone present, they spoke there, the flower was laid and then the tournament took place. The tournament took place for years, unfortunately not anymore."

"It was a pretty nice day. Unfortunately, I don't remember what I was doing, I'm not too hardworking to be helping in the barn. I read a lot and I always sat by the window with a book, my parents tolerated it, so maybe I did that, or I was running around the yard. And suddenly planes started flying, we heard them fly. I didn't know what was going on. My dad already rode away on his bike and the men on their cart. Then our dad came back without a bike, it was visible that he was very upset. He picked up my little sister, put her in the pram, took the most necessary things, and mainly wanted us to be out of the village. Grandma and grandpa didn't go. Grandma said that if something was to happen, it would happen. That she wouldn't go anywhere. Dad took us past the last Řepov houses towards Kolomuty. There used to be no trees and we could see all the way to Kolomuty. And there we sat in a ditch with a few other people, there weren't many of them. Dad had a bit of a shard in his leg, but he was upset because he saw the horror in Boleslav. And when he decided that it was theoretically calm, we returned home and Grandma had already baked sweet buns."