Libuše Přibová

“One day I walked over the yard and a big car arrived there. My former classmate got out of that car among other people. I went to her and asked her: ‘Libuška, what are you doing here?’ Her name was Libuška Sedlaříková, I still remember it even now. She said: ‘Don’t speak to me or they will arrest you too.’ I thus realized that she was… Before that, I had not paid much attention to it, because the transports were dispatched from another part of the train station – the people had to assemble in storehouses in the cargo section, whereas I worked in commercial transportation. When I saw her in that storehouse, I rushed through the train station to the butcher’s in Hybernská Street. There was a long line of people. I begged them: ‘Please, my classmate is going to a concentration camp, give me something for her to eat.’ All the people made way for me and the butcher gave me a salami. Well, he did take my food ration stamp for that. Then I returned to the n.1 storehouse. I saw some man in a blue-grey uniform standing there, and if I remember correctly, I went to him, and I told him, in German, of course, if he would be so kind to let me in because my classmate was there and I wanted to give her some food. He pretended he didn’t hear me. I went to Libuška and she told me: ‘Please, call my sister.’ I replied: ‘You need to wait, I have to fetch a pencil and paper to write down the telephone number.’ I went to the office upstairs and grabbed some paper and pencil and I went back to her and began writing the number. Several other people asked me to get their phone numbers, too, and I was then calling from the office upstairs to their friends or relatives.”