Richard Smola

“They were building the super power plant Felton in Cuba, and I was to be the chief engineer on site - for the construction and installation work. We started from the grass up, so I was interested mostly in the construction work. But we didn’t have as much responsibility there as back home, we were there as chief assemblers; the Cubans were responsible for the schedule - that’s mañana, mañana. Back home we’d build a power plant in a year and a half or so, but there it took five years.”

“ ‘You all have, or the majority of you have political classification E, that means a person politically unreliable.’ It was all clear to us then. Priests went there, there were a lot of university students there, who had been expelled from school after their second or third year. There were Germans even from mixed marriages, who had stayed in Czechoslovakia.”

Mr Smola was on a business trip in Canada during July and the beginning of August 1968. “We had a TV set in our room in Toronto. We’re watching it this one time, and they’re saying something about Czechoslovakia being in danger of being invaded by tanks from the Russian army. We reckoned: That’s a load of rubbish. We came home, and a week later the tanks were here.”

“In March 1952 my father came to visit me in Přerov. The airport was about six, or four kilometres from Přerov, in Bochoř. We were walking and talking along the way. When we came to hotel, to my father’s room, he put a finger to his lips and pointed under the bed. I looked under it, and there was a phone there, the receiver off the hook and placed beside it. So what did we talk about? I’m doing fine, it’s going to be fine when I get back home... They didn’t have bugs yet in those days, not like they use now.”

“I went to have a look on the other side, and I made pictures. I got all the way to the end of Huss Avenue. It looks different there now, it used to connect sharply with Skvrňanská Street. At ten o’clock, the Germans started shooting from the tower, and also from the school in Huss Av. When the firing began, quick quick get inside. We crawled into a house somewhere. There was an American tank standing in front of us, the chap in the turret was drinking milk, he had a glass of milk. I can see it like it was today. When they began shooting, he looked around, took the milk and placed it on the turret. He manned the machine gun and let rip at the school. He fired a few rounds and everything went quiet. He picked up the glass and continued drinking.”