O Praem Jan Hroznata Svatek

“You know, every other try was an experience for me. So I thought that priests would have needed such lessons to be ready for what they got prepared for us. It wasn’t a waste of time. As a matter of learning. But without doubt it was hard, freedom is freedom.”

“It was about half an hour a day, when the interrogations came. That was a critical time. I told myself that I couldn’t think about anything else, I could say my prayers but I couldn’t think about anything else than the crisis.”

“I really learnt a lesson there. These were the last remains of the PTP and they didn’t want to do anything. We were leaving for the workplace, each of us got a meal, we were four which meant four meals. And we were just hanging around in the woods. If we got arrested we would go to the air forces where they had excellent meals. So this PTP was at the lowest social layer.”

“A mattock and a shovel, but we didn’t do much work. There was a good foreman who controlled our working hours but we weren’t actually working. Whenever there was a chance, we didn’t work. It was a motley crew, but it the good sense of the word – not in the morally corrupted sense. It was a group of people who were trying to sabotage things. Break a piece of equipment and so on. There was a guy who always tried at least to punch the tires anytime he saw a car. This was a strange guy who was arrested for subversion. For example, he climbed up to the attic above the town hall and he was shouting: ‘Morons, morons!!!’ He always had his hands in his pockets when we were on a stroll. He overacted a bit and pretended insanity.”

“It was my first experience. I wasn’t very well informed how things are. Then, when I was at the factory – I already knew something. And the factory experience was then useful in prison. So I had these two first steps behind me, I didn’t go there right from the Church, I suppose would have been too naïve then. But I was already experienced.”

“A wire came: There has been an accident, come here. Signed by my sister Marie. It was written by the police. So I got packed and went. ‘There was a man at the station and: Is your name this and that.’ ‘Yes, I’m just on a way to see my sister.’ ‘We already sorted that out,’ he said. So I fell into their hands. That was a 24-hour interrogation. And they questioned me just like you. But you have good intentions and they didn’t. (…) They used to arrest priests a lot back then. So I thought: ‘What can one do, now its my turn.’”

“The service was for three years. I had to face it – ‘Its for three years’. But it lasted only half a year and then PTP was dissolved. We found out that the first PTPs were naïve and worked hard. The really did a lot of work. Slovaks were in Bohemia and Czechs were in Slovakia. They were young priests and theologians and they hoped that they would be released sooner because they worked hard, which was naïve. And they kept them there because they worked hard. There was a man who was taken to PTP instead of his son – an old man, over sixty. Experienced. So he was loafing because he was old and couldn’t work so much. So I learned some things."

“You know, when you are going to ask about this the other prisoners, they won’t like to talk about it. It is not a nice thing to remember, you know? My brother was beaten hardly. There was a lot of beating in the 50s. When we were back home he always screamed at night as if he had dreamt about the interrogations. Or Áťa Mandl, he had the most severe beating unlike any of us. There was a small interrogation room in Kartouzy and he really suffered there! The others told me about the screaming they sometimes heard. These guys really had bad manners sometimes.”