Věra Horáková

"On the 5th of May I was already an apprentice with Mr Jaroš, and the shop was closed. It was a weird time - not war, not peace either. It was a Saturday, so I went to the shop, washed the windows and went back at half past ten. As I was walking, I met a classmate of my dad's by the town hall and the courthouse, and we talked. As we were chatting, I looked over and saw a plane coming down headlong and dropping a black dot in the bend. I said to Mr Oulehla, 'Look at this!' He grabbed my arm and said, 'You're not going anywhere!' - 'I am!' and I ran away. I wanted to go home to Plačkova Street where the Ryšavý family's shop was. Mr Nedoma owns it now, but I don't know, because I haven't been in the street since 2020. I wanted to walk through the shop to get home; you could go through, but I didn't have time. I don't know; I didn't hear anything. All I know is that when I ran through there was something in my face and I don't know what happened. I just heard Mrs Součková was dead in front of me and Mr. Mifka was dead behind me."

"The next morning [after return from the convention in Prague] was a weekday. Guys stormed into the shop. They looked like SS men, really. I remember just one name. They ordered them to close the shop and get out, and they searched the place; they even went into the apartment. Their son Karel had embroidered bedlinen; they took it. Mrs Jarošová had custom sewn underwear made in Brno; they just took everything. They closed the shop and got an administrator."