Alžběta Wildová

"They bombed here, they bombed. We were hiding in a corner like this in bed, on the bed with mom - and now some gentleman came, his name was Macák, he was a semi-doctor. His wife was killed by a splinter in her forehead. He was walking down the street, hoping something would happen to him, that he did not want to live, when his wife was killed. And he walked, walked, and did not get killed. He knocked on our door and I replied: 'Who's knocking?' It was the Macák: 'People go to the cultural centre, people go to the cultural centre.' There were people in the basement, there was already straw, blankets... I said: ' Mom, we are going there too, we are going there, we're going.'' So we took bedsheets on our backs, the two smaller children, Katka and Josef, who were still tiny when I was only ten. So, we went to the cultural centre and slept there until morning. And, we got up in the morning and they said: 'There is peace, there is peace, there is peace.' Suddenly they stopped bombing. Then we went home, everything was grabbed from the roof, we had red roof tiles. We were like, 'What are we doing here?'"