Marta Hudousková

"Now imagine that in the evening, at about six o'clock, a policeman came to our house. I was upstairs ironing clothes. My son came in and said, 'Mom, come downstairs, there's a policeman and he wants something from you.' I said, Please, what does the policeman want me to do. So I went downstairs and he says, 'Mrs. Hudousková, your neighbour across the street was harassing the nurses last night and had some sort of an outing with them.' I said, 'Well, I know he was there. But they know about him.' - 'And we'd like you to come to the station tomorrow around ten o'clock.' I said, 'What am I going to do? I wasn't there.' And I was so sick of him bothering me, and it was Sunday. He knew exactly what time the mass was. So he wanted to get me there so I couldn't go anywhere. Sometimes you want to lie mercifully and imagine – I couldn't. 'We're going away.' And he was waiting for that. That's what he was waiting for, to hear that I was going to Prague. And I couldn't get myself to tell him we were going away. He was waiting. I guess the Holy Spirit enlightened me. And he was scratching his head and saying, 'Well, aren't you coming?' And I said, 'Well, I'm not coming because I have nothing to talk to you about. And if you want, go to the hospital.' Of course, he didn't go there. Then I went to ask if he had been there. He wasn't? We put on America at nine o'clock, and they were already reporting, 'They're stopping people, they're stopping cars, they're stopping buses.' Let's go, at 3:30 in the morning, we went to Prague."