Ing. Alexej Kelin

"When they approached my father telling him that a preparation of an anti-Bolshevik uprising was underway and that they desperately need experts to lead artillery batteries, he responded that he would not fight anymore. He said that this was about to be a fratricidal war which will bring about no good. But his father who always brought him up towards decency and resistance to any warring told him: 'This is great evil. You indeed need to defend yourself. If we don't fight back, it means that we agree with it and this makes us guilty.'"

"My father's medical office was visited by the richest farmer in Želiv, Mr. Pokorný, who said: 'So, doctor, I will probably vote for the communists.' My father replied: 'Why would you vote for the communists?' - 'Because they have a great program, they will split up the large farms. This monastery farm in here is really huge and I need to buy some part of it.' My father told him: 'But you have so many fields that you cannot even get enough workers at harvest time!' He said: 'Well, I have a lot of fields but I have few meadows, I need some meadows.' My father replied: 'Do you realize that you may have the chance to buy some meadows but your fields will be taken over by a collective farm?' He laughed a lot, saying: 'That could have been possible in Russia but it couldn't happen here... We have had this farm for three hundred years, we have a farmers' cavalry, we will saddle up.' And my father said: 'They will take it all from you including your fake teeth, as you say that you will hold to it tooth and nail. You will actually happily give it to them all.' There was complete misunderstanding between them. A couple years later, the same guy came back to the medical office suffering from radiation illness because he was forced to work at Jáchymov's uranium mines."

"I got out - stupid as I were - wearing a suit and a tie from the personnel carrier. A crowd of people was assembled there and I asked them: 'Hello, please, can you tell me where there is a post office here? I need to make a phone call.' The people roared: 'You quisling swine!' And cobble stones starting flying my way."