Róbert Novotný

"I was also trying to get my brother from Czechoslovakia, I began with some activities among the emigrants, and I got into such a smuggling group of Czechs and Slovaks who transported people from Czechoslovakia, mainly from Yugoslavia or directly from Czechoslovakia. It was such an insider group, where, of course, under the greatest punishment, one had to swear that would not betray others if one did not want to cooperate anymore. I set out on that because I wanted to get my brother out of there, which I finally managed to do - get him out of Czechoslovakia with his wife. They still live in Switzerland. I was at a few events, whether they were Czechs or Slovaks, then they went to Germany or Australia, or to America ... We smuggled a lot of people in this way, which was a huge risk, because we were threatened - there are seven years in prison everywhere for the people smuggling, I guess everywhere - plus deportation from Switzerland would follow. We did everything for free, purely out of conviction."

"This gentleman was an agent at first glance. He offered me various things, me and my family could become free and we would have incredible benefits if I worked with him. I flatly rejected it. There was an argument, then there was a battle, they pushed me on the seat ... everything happened very quickly. The gentleman suddenly had a small-calibre revolver in his hand, I guess a seven-millimetre, a shot rang out and they shot in my hand. I still have a scar from it. Everyone was quite frightened, I took advantage of that moment and jumped out the window. It was a higher ground floor ... so it was almost from the first floor. I ran away, but I started to bleed terribly, it ripped out almost half of my hand. It was Friday and, of course, since I had things in progress, I could not go to the doctor, also because it was clear that it was a gunshot wound, and I would have problems because the doctor would have to report it. So, I kind of treated it at home and I waited. but of course, the wound inflamed, as almost always after gunshot wounds - I did not have just one. It inflamed over the weekend, so I had to go to a doctor. Finally, I called a surgeon, he was Czech, his name was Dr. Piško. He had a private surgical clinic. He told me to come to his clinic in the evening. He waited for me there, I told him what had happened, he treated me and gave me antibiotics. He helped me a lot and made me a secret diagnosis. "