I found the following interview sent to me via e-mail in 2009.
It's a wall of text and very comprehensive.
Gustav Bubník
Interview with Mr. Augustin Bubník
Source: Political Prisoners Europe
"Jáchymov was the suffering of a nation that can never be forgotten."
First let me ask you about your childhood and place of birth.
I was born on 21st of November 1928 in Prague, so in the zodiac actually
I'm in the last week of Scorpio. Scorpios have always been proud fighters
and they were able to get together and do the best thing in every situation.
In 1928 when I was born, according to my mom and dad, there was terribly
frosty weather. Even while they were taking me to my baptism, they thought
we would freeze. So I was probably predetermined to frost and to ice hockey.
It proved true already during my childhood. My father was a butcher and he
worked in a slaughterhouse. My mom was a shop assistant at a butcher's.
They both came from Southern Bohemia to Prague and we all lived in Holešovice
in Prague 7. My mom was a big Sokol attendant[1], so she used to take my sister,
who was two years my junior, and I, to the Sokol training area at Libenský most.
There was a ice-rink created each winter. There we actually started to learn to
ice skate. Then I found out that there was ice near our household, at Štvanice
Island, where you could ice-skate and play ice hockey.
When did you start to play the major league hockey game?
After the war, the major leagues were the Olympic games in 1948, where we
pulled off an upset by tying Canada, with a score 0-0. For Canada it was a shock.
Up until that time they kept coming to Europe and beating Czechoslovakia. The
first match against Czechoslovakia in 1911 was 30-0 and then we were only losing
by 20 and later a 10 goal difference. Canada was coming to Europe for a World Cup
and it was a vacation for them, they were beating everyone around. It was a shock
for them when we ended up 0-0. After the end of the Olympic games there were
conflicts between the captain Vladimír Zábrodský and the head coach Matej Buckna.
Coach accused Zábrodský of establishing the wrong tactics - we should have played
offensively, not defensively. Buckna kept disputing that each of the players had
a big chance and opportunity to score a goal, and the Canadians as well. Thank
heavens we had a great goalkeeper, Mr. Modrý, and the match ended 0-0. We got an
invitation to Canada, to measure our strength against some Canadian teams at home.
At that time there were only 6 professional hockey teams playing in Canada.
What did your "seditious" activity consist of?
In that post-war time they were flaunting us as the most popular European hockey
team from LTC Prague[2]. Every New Year we played in Switzerland in a tournament
called the Spengler's Cup. Right after the Olympics in 1948, the whole team got
into a conflict with Czech immigrants from LTC Prague, those who were already
living in exile[3] in Switzerland. The people in exile asked Mr. Zábrodský, as
a speaker of the team, to organize our stay there. That would mean the whole
team would stay abroad, playing under the name of the Czechoslovakian national
team-in-exile. We would play in Europe, in England, and we would advertise the
image of this team.
At first, Mr. Zábrodský promised everything. Then they didn't
give him double the money as they had promised, for each player, and so he refused
the whole thing. There was even a vote, where 8 of the players were for returning
and 6 for staying. In that moment, in Switzerland brother Zábrodský and doctor
Fáma, who was a lawyer stayed. He was then 26 or maybe 28 years old, but knew well
he couldn't come back to the country. They were spokesmen for this organization
and that was why they knew there was no return for them. We went back and that
was the beginning of everything.
Did the repercussions start soon after returning to Prague?
Not yet, in 1949 we became world champions in Sweden. All of a sudden we beat
Canada 3-2! That was the first victory for Czechoslovakia against Canada. The
score was 3-2 if I remember well, Konopásek scored the first, I scored the second,
and the third was Rozinák, I think. All in all we won 3-2, which dethroned Canada.
When we came back, the government was welcoming us at the train station in Prague.
There was the Prime Minister Zápotocký, and other ministers. They greeted and
congratulated us in a private government saloon in the railway building. The
train station was full of people.
In 1950 they didn't let us go to the next world championship in Great Britain
though. They wanted us to proclaim that we would forego participation because
Czechoslovakian reporters didn't get visas to travel with the representation.
In the meantime, my sister who worked at one state office here in Prague, got
in touch with friends from the British information service and photocopied the
problematic visas. The visas were available, all the reporters had to do was
pick them up on Saturday, but they never came.
So we all got together immediately at "U Herclíku." That was a little pub by
the National Theater in Prague and the owner was a brother of a Sparta player,
Zdenek Ujcík. It was a pub where we, civilians and soldiers, were getting
together. We drank and ate well there. I remember, we dropped the things from
the airport at home and by 5 p.m. we started to get together. Inside there
were already some people, there was a bagpiper who also played the harmonica.
There we always sang, various songs about sport or about Prague. Memories, you
know. When merry-making was at its peak, when it was revealed why we didn't fly
to the championship, we all were pretty courageous. I can sincerely admit we
swore a lot, from time to time, we also ran out into the little square and yelled
out, "Death to communists!" and "We will not let you cut our wings, we will
reveal the truth!"
In that moment we heard from a radio how a reporter Edmund Koukal said, why
hockey players didn't leave for the championship. He said exactly what he was
told to say. Hockey players had foregone participation because the reporters
didn't get visas. So we called Mr. Laufer immediately, saying, "Come here,
we will tell you the truth." No, he didn't come. We called Koukal right after
the commentary to come to us and he answered, "Guys, I will not come." When
merry-making was at its peak and we were already very drunk, we started to
sing some songs on the ex-football player Vlasta Kopecký. It was a Slavia song.
Instead of Vlasta Kopecký we sang Venca (Czech name Václav) Kopecký, who was a
minister of schools and sports. When that hit its climax, I was walking by with
Rozinák and suddenly two men got up from one of the tables and caught us. They
told us we would go with them.
What are your memories and what comes to mind when I mention "domecek"[4]
at Hradcany?
The time I lived there was from April 15th to the beginning of May. When they
finished the investigation and I was transported to holding at Pankrác, that was
the worst time in my life. I was a young kid, having fun with all those things,
thinking nothing bad could have happened to me. Maybe we would get a punishment
for the disturbance we caused in the pub, but everything that happened then,
all that investigating of the whole case, and everything that was rolled onto us,
was really cruel.
The worst times were of course those, when we were in the hands
of Pergl[5], the boss of the "domecek." The most terrible thing was when they took
us to the general staff at Dejvice. Whether it was in the morning, noon, evening
or at night, everything depended on how much the investigators were in a mood to
talk to us. The worst was his abuse and treatment in the "domecek." The cruelest
was a dungeon cell under the staircase where, once he got the command, put me and
the other boys (though I spent the most time there). It was dark and there was no
daylight, no bulb. It was a hard-packed cell, wet and closed. There a man was like
a mouse in a hole adrift until they brought coffee or a piece of bread, if they
gave us something.
Those were horrible things. From the moment we went into the "domecek" he used
violence, a truncheon, and he had cat o'nine tails with little bullets. He was
hitting a person with that from the front, from the back, many times I fell down
and he behaved like a beast that was being satisfied with that cruelty on us. Of
course, his expressions and everything made you worried about your own life. Many
times he led me to the inquisition pointing a gun at me. I didn't know whether
it was full and whether it was on safety, but he said, "Make another step and I
will shoot you like a dog, you seditious bastard" or "Will you speak or not?"
The worst was when the investigators didn't get out of me what they wanted.
When I couldn't confess what they were suspecting of me, then the nights and
days were bad. The truth is that they had to give us some laxative in the coffee,
because we were starving. I remember Tonda Španinger saying once, "If I could
catch a bird sitting on the ledge, I would eat it." It was that brutal over there.
So in that "domecek" there were six of us, six soldiers. The guards weren't men,
they were beasts, who were our age, maybe a little older. They kept walking in
corridors, kicking the doors and we had to either do push-ups or knee-bends or
run away... briefly, they always wanted to crush us so the investigators would
get us in such a state, to be able to do anything with us. I remember getting
to Pergl's office and I saw various instruments hanging on the walls... Once
they gave me a metal belt around my head and kept pulling it tighter and tighter,
so I thought it would squash my head. They tied your arms together so you couldn't
defend or fight back and they did what ever they needed. I really lost thirty kilos
(66 pounds) while I was there. I came in with a weight of eighty kilograms (176
pounds) and when I was left I was nearly fifty kilos (110 pounds)... they still
wanted to prove me guilty, that I was the head initiator and traitor, and that
it was me who persuaded others to stay in abroad.
I always wanted a confrontation. When the investigator declared that Josef
Jirka said this and that, showing me his papers, I said, "No, I want you to put us
face to face." Even once when we were going by a car with Jirka together to
investigation process I said to him, "What the hell were you saying in there, it
isn't the truth at all." He was absolutely down in a low psychotic state, they
could and did anything they wanted. We would have signed anything.
So they took us to the office to be confronted. When I said I didn't tell him
anything in the car, he started crying and totally broke down. I knew it and I
believe and not only us, but also big soldiers of the foreign army and generals,
Pergl really scourged us. He wasn't a human being, he was a hyena, reigning there,
and he did exactly what they wanted him to do. He was getting people ready for the
investigation process. When all that was over, I was really happy I got to Pankrác
and I was waiting to go through the investigation there.
How long did the "domecek" situation last?
It was from March 15th. They took me into custody on the 13th then they took me
to the fifth department by the Saint Nicholas church two days later, the one at
Malá strana. Then Lietenant Hulka came to pick me up, he was in the army gym club
in Chuchle, he was also a member of OBZ[6]. Also this, "Dry Linden," Pergl was
there. From Saint Nicholas they took me to the "domecek." So I was there from
March 15th. When I was traveling back then, a flower called golden rain was in
bloom. I remember it was May Day, because I heard the big celebrations on the
Ring Square. I was there until the beginning of May, when they took me over.
So it lasted seven, maybe eight weeks.
The six friends, can you name them?
Who was at that "domecek"? Of course I can, it was me, Kobranov, Štock, Hainy,
Španninger and Jirka, all six of us who were on the national team and who was
nominated for the world championships in London. In fact, we all were soldiers.
Some in the basic service, some who for two years had already played hockey for
the army sport club. We represented the army and we had the basement in Chuchle
Station. We lived in a villa and commuted to the stadium at Stvanice to train
and play. So there was these six soldiers, but some of us left at different
time from there. Not all went as late as I did. I think that I was one of the
last ones who was moved to Pankrác[7].
Nevertheless you were one of the youngest ones.
Unfortunately and of course I was really a naive young boy. I can see today.
I didn't have a clue what was spreading around and what Communism was.
How old were you at that time?
In March of 1950 I was twenty-one and a half. I wasn't even supposed to
start my military service yet. I went as a basic soldier because my best
friend Vofka Kobranov went as well and we played two years before that on
the national team. So he talked me into it. I went into the military service
a year earlier than I had to. I wanted to be in the military service so that
we both could play for the army sport club.
Out of six, was there any who didn't confess?
For sure Jirka confessed everything that they knew on him. For sure Hajný
confessed, he even got only one year of punishment because he confessed that
he had plans to stay abroad. He was a really smart and intelligent kid. He was
also doing track and field events and he was connected with Václav Mudra.
Mudra became the biggest chief of OBZ after 1948 because he was an athlete and
they were doing athletics together in Slavia. So it was possible that Mudra
helped him out a little bit out of the case or out of the whole thing. So for
sure Jirka confessed everything he was doing, what he smuggled, and everything
else. Španinger didn't have to confess about anything because he was in the
whole case by chance. He wasn't even in Switzerland with us where we voted
whether to stay there or not. Štock was also supposed to go or fly for the
first time in his life for the national team and according to the paper I
later found out, that Štock said even those things that he didn't have to
talk about. So they got him on everything that they wanted. For sure Vofka
Kobranov didn't confess and neither did I.
Just for interest, how did you vote in Switzerland?
In Switzerland the whole thing finally collapsed when the immigration group
didn't convince the whole team to stay and play as the Czechoslovakian team-
in-exile. The main initiator and speaker was the captain of the team Vladimír
Zábrodský who put the whole thing together. The other day in the morning he
said the team voted eight players for returning and six were for immigration.
So the decision was resting on him, how he would decide. If he would decide
to stay I am sure the other eight players would have stayed as well. Maybe
some of them would have returned, because at that time it was really hard.
For a person who wasn't even twenty-one years old yet, parents had to give
security. That meant if we stayed abroad our parents would be arrested and
the whole family would be liquidated. The other ones who were older, like
Konopásek, Rozinák, Trousílek and the others, lived either alone and they
had families and they were just older then us twenty year old kids.
Were you for returning or for exile?
I was for returning because I didn't want to get my parents into such
trouble.
When you moved from „domecek" to Pankrác, what did they sentence you for?
When we got to Pankrác I was in a cell with two other prisoners who were also
waiting for their hearing. That wasn't a solitary cell. There was no more
beatings, no more fear that they would come up with something. The worse for
me was the investigation when they wanted to beat out a confession that I was
giving messages to a Mr. Bowe. He was the boss of the American Embassy here
in Prague who was giving out the entrance visas to Germany to all four zones
whether it was the American, British, French, or Russian zone. That was the
man Mr. Modrý introduced me to. He was coming to hockey games and he played
golf, his wife played golf, and I really started a friendship with them. They
used this as a pretense that this Mr. Bowe was to inform me and I was giving
him other messages or info as to what was happening in the army. Yet, in my
army nothing was happening. We played hockey. When I was telling them this,
they didn't want to believe it and they still insisted on a confession about
what messages I was giving him. He was supposed to be the main initiator, a
person who was persuading me, to persuade the whole team to immigrate, which
wasn't true at all. I later found out that in twenty-four hours he was
deported out of the country because he was accused of espionage.
So when we came to Pankrác it was already a little different there. For me
it was terrible what I was learning there. Other prisoners were giving me
advice on how things go there, when breakfast and lunch are brought. We went
out for a walk once a day for a half hour out on the square between the blocks
of Pankrác prison. A man learned something there and was given other advice
from other prisoners. The worst was when they were telling me once that early
in the morning there was some murmer they could hear. I actually came right
before the execution of Milada Horáková[8]. Of course the other prisoners knew
those who were there for a couple weeks or months on how it goes. The breakfast
was longer and we were watching out the windows onto the square whether something
was happening, but Horáková was executed off out on a corner. It was terrible
for me when I saw that. We were also watching out through a little half window
that we tilted down. Though we were not allowed to do that, but a man could look
into the reflection and see that square. The awful part was the view of people
called "retezári" ("chainers"). Retezári were the people who had tried to escape.
There were also people called "provazári" ("ropers"). "Provazári" were people
on death row. The other prisoners, I don't remember their names, were counting
them. They knew how many were there. When one was missing all of a sudden they
were saying, "Oh well, so another one was taken away, hung up, or sentenced."
These "provazári" were pronouncedly down in the cellars, in dungeons where
they were waiting for executions. "Retezári" were people who had escaped from
labor camp and they really had leg-irons and from those they were chained to
the wall. That really existed. In that cell the prisoner couldn't move, he was
just sitting on a little chair and couldn't do anything else. When he needed
to defecate, there was a little bucket to be used. When they were walking on
their walk, they had to hold their chains behind them because the leg-irons
had protrusions, so they had to walk with their legs wide apart, otherwise
they would trip and fall. I can tell you that was a terrible sight, for me,
a twenty-year old kid, to see that something like that existed.
What happened after that?
That's how I lived through that time until I had a hearing at court in September.
Before that they were calling us, they were coming to us, and they were calling
us until we got two lawyers who were representing us. Rozinák and I had a man
named Lindner who was a really tough lawyer. When he read everything, all the
papers, he said, "They can't sentence you for anything. You can just get
something for the disturbance in the pub. Maybe you will get a year or two.
They will sentence you and put you into a military prison. Yet, other paragraphs
that are here like spying, high treason, disrupting the socialist state they can
not prove because there is no proof and it's all just fiction."
Finally there was a hearing. The first day we all thought that through all the
contacts with our families and through our lawyers, that our wife and kids would
be in that big hall. We were having court in that huge hall as Horáková did and
all these cases. We thought that we would see our relatives somewhere, but when
they were dragging us through the corridors no one was there. We came to the
reception hall and there was also no one waiting. The first one to be called in
was Mr. Modrý who was testifying for almost half a day. In the afternoon it was me.
I was the next. Our court was for two days actually. We were really surprised that
the court wasn't a civil court.
There were twelve of us, six civilians and six soldiers. We learned from the
papers that they didn't have a civilian court, but we had a military court.
They also called the process to be top secret so people who had nothing to do
with that case could not be present in that hall. Whether it was associate lawyers
or the master of the court, we saw just one person that I remember really well.
It was the communist editor, Václav Švadlena who was writing for newspaper
"Rudé právo"[9]. He was the only one who had free access to this whole process.
What was your perception of the whole court process?
We thought it would be easy and we would be acquitted of those charges. When we
saw that the head judge started dealing with our charges we still thought we
would get some leniency. The second day Bóža Modrý and I were sitting there the
whole day and the others were testifying, Rozinák, Konopásek, Macelis, Jirka,
Štock, Španninger and the pub owner Ujcík, who got three years for not stopping
us from the disturbance. When we were waiting for the final sentence, we were
all standing.
What were the final verdicts?
We heard the speech of the judge as we were all acquitted from the death penalty,
but we were each given sentences:
Modrý 15 years, I 14 years, Konopásek 12 years, Rozinák and Kobranov both 10 years,
then it was 6 years for Jirka I think, 3 years for Cervený, 2 for Macelis, Hajný
got a year and Španinger got 9 months. The pub owner Ujcík got three years. All of
a sudden we were standing there completely depressed because we were standing up
against something that couldn't be recalled. Of course after we consulted with our
lawyers the five of us who were given the harshest sentences for high treason and
spying immediately appealed to the highest court. The five of us who had 15, 14,
12, and 10 years appealed to the highest court[10]. We were put back into our cells
and I remember such a funny story. When I came back to the cell, two of my cellmates
were already both sentenced. One of them had twenty years and the other had maybe
eighteen years, so we came and they said, "So how much did you get?" and I said,
"fourteen." "Man that's nothing, you'll sit that on a razor blade," they said.
I answered, "What? On a razor blade? Fourteen years on a razor blade, that's not
possible." They said, "that's how it's said here, when a person isn't hung-up, and
he can walk away from the sentence and go on living."
What happened next after the court verdict?
We were waiting for a long time in the court department and sometime in October or
November they chased us out and loaded us on a bus. The whole escort was maybe
around thirty people. We were together and I remember I was tied up to the arm of
big Cervený, our goalie. They put us on the bus. The bus was surrounded by police
cars. We were leaving and we didn't know where we were going whether it was a
prison or a camp. From our cellmates we were informed that you can either go to
another prison or a camp. All of a sudden we appeared at the prison Bory[11].
When we came there it was just terrible. The welcome process when we were walking
in the corridors to the main square ... I think it was B corridor ... a big circus
started. There was a guard who started yelling at us and calling us names. Some
prisoners were even making fun of it and also Cervený was making fun of it, he was
quite a joker. There they hit us with nightsticks and we had to line up. Whether
it was Trepka[12] or Brabec[13] and the other guards. During that terrible process
we had to take our clothes off and we got a sack in which we found prison clothes
and other things. The fun was, for example, I had pants up to my neck and then
they took it away from me and switched it with someone else. They put us in those
stripes and in a little while someone else took us away. By the way, right after
we came there, they took us upstairs into a room and took a picture of us. First
they took our pictures in civilian clothes and there I got my prison number.
After that they took us downstairs and barbers came and shaved us bald. During
everything very funny stories were made up. I remember that when they were giving
us the stripes Cervený, who was a big joker, was asking, "Who sewed your clothes,
such a suit, they don't even sell at Bárta's shop." That was the most popular
tailor on Na Príkope street where the rich people had their clothes made. Of
course he was hit in a second and punished. Another funny thing was when they
shaved our head. On my head I had a big laceration and you could see a scar.
So Zlatka didn't forget to make another joke, "Well your head is sewed up together
nicely, everyone will like you," and he was smacked. The guards were smacking us
here and there. So they took our pictures in civilian clothes, dressed us up, and
took our pictures in stripes. I have all these pictures and when I look at them I
must laugh. Then they put us into the dungeons where we were either in solitary
cells or in pairs. There real prison life started and we had to conform to
everything. When a guard kicked your door and he was demanding something, one had
to do it.
What was your first experience with forced labor like?
Always every morning they threw a bag of dirty goose feathers into our cell.
After that another bag, we were in pairs. We had to strip the feathers, we had
to learn to tear off the quill from the little feather and put this into a
special bag. The rate of output was very high and so was the bad smell from
the feathers they brought. We had to strip all the stuff they brought.
I don´t remember exactly, but at one time it was about 33 dkg (7.3 pounds)
and then they increased it on 60 dkg (13.2 pounds). A man from Bory described
that in a book of memoirs.
If one didn´t do it, they didn´t get food. Work over there was really hard
for people who had never done it in their lives before, or whose fingers were
numb and couldn´t. Some of us were working and got so good at it that we were
able to help a cellmate. When I saw I had about 60 dkg done and they didn´t
come to get it, although it was after supper and we had a whole day for it,
I quickly gave help to my cellmate. They always took it away and never weighed
it in front of you. So you didn´t really know whether you met the quota or not.
You didn´t have a clue whether you would get a quarter of bread or soup or
just some peas and barley or something that they served. One simply didn´t know
and depended on the mercy or disfavour of the guards, whether they admit it or
not and whether they feed you or not. Although it was a cruel time over there
and we lived through hard days and months, there came a day when they took us
out of the dungeons and moved us from B block to another department, I think
it was D.
How did it look like over there?
There were bigger cells, five of them, with ten pallets, that were called beds.
As we found out later, this department was called "Kremlin"[14] and there were
about fifty prisoners, or ten people in each cell. There were a couple of
"katers", that means a couple of iron bars. From each of these bars, a different
guard had a key. So one guard couldn't get through it alone, there always had to
be two or three of them.
In that unit there were people who we could call "the best of the Czech nation,"
not only generals, but also politicians, priests, and officers of the Eastern
and Western armies, the pilots who made up a British squadron, the majors of
Brno, Lenora[15] and other towns, where they were taking people across the
border. Among these ten people, life was different and again specific in
certain ways. Before that you were just with one person and didn't get to see
the others unless it was during the compulsory walks. We went to walk between
the houses because the prison in Bory was built in a shape of a star. So I could
see there were others walking there too, possibly a friend or just a familiar
face. We also went to have a shower once a week and that was it. When we got to
the new department, to the "Kremlin" it had changed, there was a different way
of living. We were getting food, there was a corridor of servicemen who were
bringing us food. Breakfast in the morning, a quarter of bread and coffee, then
lunch into a tin cup.
Do you have any positive memories from this time?
At "Kremlin" I later recognized that I was in a completely different prison
system. As a young boy who didn't have a clue what was happening in the world
around, I learned a lot there. It was my first university. The people opened my
eyes. The head of general staff was telling us about a front on the West.
Pravomil Reichel who was my cellmate and who was something like my mentor, kept
telling me about Russia. How he escaped from a gulag[16], where there was such
hunger that when someone died, others ate his body...my eyes were popping out
of my head when hearing this. Priests talked about what was done to them before
the court. I was there together with one general Palecek, the head of paratroopers
on the western front, who was sentenced for life imprisonment. There was a lot of
generals and also Mr. Podsedník, a major of Brno, who was sentenced because he
was a national socialist. Next there was Cervenka, a major of Lenora at Šumava,
who had stories about helping and leading people and other big shots over the
borders to Germany. There was also a member of the party Lidová Strana, Mr. Herold,
who told us what was happening after 1945 in Parliament. How they had arguments
and then went to drink together, whatever party they were from. I was gaining
knowledge there and they taught me everything - in these cells we worked too.
We couldn't go out to work, although those who had lower sentences could leave the
prison and go to workshops. We were not allowed to go out, but they brought us
various things to work on. Whether it was flags we had to glue on wooden sticks
or making snap fasteners which were brought from Koh-i-Noor[17].
On everything there was a quota. We were also cleaning silverware, which they
stole from different chateaus and castles and brought it to us in a decrepit state.
We had to clean it with ammonia and a white chalk until it was nice and shiny.
They even gave us sewing machines and we had to learn how to sew cables from cloth
or leather. We worked there with leather a lot. We were making straps, making parts
for textile machines, working with hemp, and we had to bead rolls. Everything was
under quota and everyone had to fulfill the quota as the food was depending on that.
So it was ten people that were already a group who were quickly working as a team.
The most beautiful thing was on Saturday afternoon, I don't know anymore if it was
at three or five o'clock, but they locked down all the bars and we knew that until
Monday morning there would be nothing happening and no one would be dragged through
an inspection. Always on Saturday or Sunday afternoon one person from each cell had
homework to prepare a story he wanted to talk about. It was a little university
there, but big training for a man. We were still waiting for the final word from
the highest court. We were still living with high hopes that the punishment would
be reduced and instead of fourteen years we might get only a year or two. So there
was hope living in each of us that we would be released from prison.
When did it come, the result from the highest court?
It was terrible that it was autumn and we were still in these dungeons, five of us
who appealed were still sitting in the "Kremlin". In each dungeon there was one of
us, Bóža Modrý, Kobranov, Rozinák, Konopásek, and I. We all went through that.
It was close to the ice rink in Plzen so we heard each goal. They were playing
hockey there and we were in the "Kremlin", sentenced to so many years. From that
point of view it was horrible, to find out that it's the end of your sports life.
I was just twenty and when I thought I would have to spend fourteen years there I
would come out at age thirty-four and I could just go and dig potatoes and not
play hockey.
When did the statement finally arrive?
That hope was still living in us when all of a sudden they announced that the
appellate court will be on the 22nd of December, 1950. So we were waiting to see
what would happen. They came for us and dressed in prison clothes they put us in
an "anton."[18] In front of us and behind us there were cars with machine guns
and we were still hoping at least at this court we would see our parents and our
children.
You hadn't seen them until that time?
We hadn't seen anyone at all, absolutely not. They took us again to that court
and I remember as though it happened earlier today. The chairman of the court
was Mr. Kruk. Then they called us in. All five of us were standing there. First,
a plaintiff spoke then our lawyers were speaking and pointing out the facts that
nothing had been proven. They were insisting that there was reasonable suspicion,
but they had no proof and therefore there was nothing they could sentence us for.
Our lawyers were telling us that and we still believed it. Yet, the procurator
was a real bastard. He kept reading various protocols, even a statement of a
woman who was a caretaker of a house we were living in where my father had a shop,
a butcher shop in Podbaba[19].
This caretaker was taken care of by my father during the whole war and he gave
her things to help her out. This lady wrote about me because she was a secret
communist confidante that I was the last root of a Golden Prague Youth that must
be cut off. I was rolling my eyes when I heard what people from my building wrote
about me. What people who knew me and knew I was a famous person wrote about me.
So the plaintiff put the worst on us again regardless of proof or confirmation
from the court that it's standing on our high sentences, but we were still hoping.
I remember Dr. Kruk as though it was today, how his hands were shaking, sweat
was running down, and he was completely flabbergasted. This guy was certainly
doing something that was against his will, his voice was shaking when he
confirmed that all the sentences are confirmed by the highest court.
What ran through your head at that moment?
I remember that even at that moment, even Modrý, who still continued to play
the hero, said, "Well guys the cage door just closed and we're inside. No one
will help us now." The highest court confirmed the sentences of the state court
and we knew that we couldn't do anything, just live through that time or wait for
a Presidential pardon or being released on a two-thirds or one-half punishment
for good behavior and satisfactory work. All prisoners were fooling themselves
that they wouldn't be there for their whole sentence and that they would get out
earlier. That was happening later too when I got into camps in the Jáchymov area
or the Príbram area.
In every prisoner there was a little light of hope that
their day of freedom would pop out. There would have to be a rebellion or a war
and then we all would be released or that we would be released on a condition
reversed by the court or something similar to that. When we were getting back
from the highest court on the 22nd of December, just two days before Christmas
Day, I remember in front of Pankrác Hall there were our parents, sisters, boys'
children and none of them were let into the process.
Did you have a chance to see any of your relatives during this time before the
final court decision?
No, but I have a little memory in my head when we were coming to Prague. They
took us in an "anton" all tied up together to the rail station in Plzen. There
we had a wagon with a coup reserved and surrounded by police so no one could
enter. We went this way to Prague and when we got to the main Prague train
station, the train stopped on the first platform. They took us out from the
wagon to a special government room, which still exists there and from there
we were waiting for another "anton" to take us to Pankrác. This car backed up
right to the entrance and we went from the room, to the car, and straight to
Pankrác. Of course we went straight in so that no one could see us. While we
were sitting in the government salon, we were allowed to speak although
there were secret police around. We looked at each other and said, "So guys,
can you see this? One year ago, another train took us to the first platform.
Here the government welcomed us, Zápotocký[20], all the ministers, and all of
Prague were at our feet and today they took us to the same salon." I remember
that so well, but I can't remember who said it.
So we thought that not even a year later, we were something completely
different for the nation. We returned the same way, to the salon, from the
salon, to the train, by train back to Plzen, then into the same "anton" and
back to Bory. We got back to the dungeons and continued to work as I've
already described.
How did the daily routine of a political prisoner look like in a stone prison?
I was lucky, out of the fifty people who were transported there, I was the
youngest one. Right at the time, one of the prisoners, who was on hall duty
left and a commander Trepka had me do it in his place. I didn't know what it
was, but they took me out and I found out that my boss was General Palecek,
one of the biggest war heroes. He was a really good man who taught me all the
duties of prison. All of a sudden I was serving food, pouring soup, and together
we were putting food onto tin plates and putting them into the little windows
where the prisoners were taking them from us. This way I knew about everything
that was happening there. Palecek taught me various tricks, for example how to
take "moták"[21] from one dungeon to another.
When we were pouring out the piss
and shit, disinfecting the bucket and putting it back into the cell, guards
were usually away and we could put a piece of paper which had a message. When
soup was poured in, and if I was holding a "moták," I blinked my eye and I
dropped it in for the one I was giving it to. Then he knew he had a message.
That was something amazing for me. I was also going to pick food from the
central, so I saw the daily life in prison. That was nice and I can tell you
at that time I cheered up a little, even though I had fourteen years with not
knowing how it will go on.
How did you get to Jáchymov[22]?
I can't tell you exactly when it was, but it happened within a year,
sometime in 1951. Suddenly they started transporting us, probably canceling
"Kremlin", because some prisoners were taken to Leopoldov. Others somewhere
else, and some of us were taken to Jáchymov. We came to Vykmanov by Ostrov
upon Ohre, where there was the main gathering camp and from that one they
divided us into different camps. In a short amount of time I was right next
to this camp. This camp was called "L" and also a camp of death.
Here the uranium ore was broken, split up, put into barrels, and sent to
Russia. That was really a death camp. Whoever was there for a long time had
really bad health problems from the dust and radiation. Some people didn't
even stay there for a month and some people stayed two or three months,
some a half year, and some had health problems for the rest of their lives,
because of blood decay, muscle decay, muscle or bone decay and so on. That
was the worst camp. I was there for a short time, maybe a week or two weeks
and I didn't get to the crushing department. I was doing just some helping
work, around. Then another transport came and they took me up to Jáchymov
and there I went through many different camps.
One of the worst one was called Nikolaj, up above Jáchymov. There were
German "vindicative" prisoners[23] who were sentenced in 1945. There was
always a commander and a main camp guard. Together they organized something
like a little trip either at night or during the day. They went into the
blocks. They chased everyone out where people had to stand sometimes in the
frost and in their cells they made a huge mess. If we had food in the lockers,
they stepped on it and threw it out. That was just a nightmare.
Which camps were you kept at?
If I remember well, the first camp was Nikolaj, then I went to Twelve,
from there to Prokop, from there to Ležnice, from Ležnice back to Ten and
then back to Twelve. I returned there because they thought I might be a
candidate to run away. Once I worked with a group that later tried to escape.
I was even considered a "runaway" for a short time, because at one point I
was transporting stone on small wagons from mining holes to the lift that
took the stone up. One Sunday this group didn't take me on the shift and
during the evening they tried to escape. I can tell that this was my holy
luck or maybe my bad luck that I couldn't participate in this. For a long
time they had agreed that they would try to escape and one guard even
helped them. The worst was that they caught them and shot them. When they
brought them back to camp they just threw them on the camp like they were
nothing and everyone had to walk around them. Beware to anyone who had their
head down or made a cross. If you did, you were hit right away and almost
knocked out. It was something horrible to see shot dead friends.
It was almost the whole of Kukal's group that tried to escape. I worked with them
a couple of shifts and from this base they took me to Ruzyne[24].
I can tell you at Ruzyne I went through something similar to the "domecek."
They wanted to shake out or beat out from me that I knew about the escape
and that I didn't want to tell the secret police. I knew a little bit, but
I didn't have a clue that the group had agreed for a long time. Kukal wrote
a book[25] then about the escape. When I met him, he signed the book and
wrote me a message in it, "We escaped you, thank God!" They actually
escaped away from me and saved my life this way, because if I had gone
with them they probably would have shot me like the others. So then I was
at Ruzyne in Prague.
What memories do you have of the prison in Ruzyne?
I was in Ruzyne for about a half year and they still tried to get out of me
what I knew about the escape. Again, they tried to trap me. It was at my
lowest point and I didn't think I was going to get out from the bottom.
Once I even heard down in the dungeon an International song[26] being sung.
There were people yelling and singing of the International song and the
guards were beating them. I heard them weeping ... and it was Slánský and Co.
[27] Down there in the dungeons was all of Slánský's group who were finally
sentenced to death.
They assigned a priest to me and I didn't know whether it was a real priest,
but he continued to insist he was. They knew psychologically I was doing
really bad. The priest wanted me to write a "moták" to my parents so that
they would have news of me. There were a couple of months where no one knew
anything about me, where I was, if I was living, or if they already shot me.
The priest made me write a "moták," especially to my sister who still worked
in the office of Martin Bowe. Again they wanted to prove that I was connected
to this office even though Mr. Bowe wasn't there and someone else had already
taken over. The priest kept saying that he has good connections through one
of the guards and that they would give it to my sister. So I wrote a little
message on a piece of paper that he gave me, but I did it very carefully.
I told them to say hello to uncle this and that although the uncle had been
dead for a while. I believed she would understand that the letter wasn't a
true one. Later I found out that this priest was for sure an imposter and a
confidante of the state and was assigned to me to trap me. When he gave the
message to my sister out in the street, they arrested her and wanted to make
her work for the state secret police. Anyway, she didn't really have time to
read what was on the "moták" and they released her after about three days.
She continued to work at the office for some time. So they were trying to
pull such tricks on me because they were trying to get me in trouble and get
me extra years in prison. When they caught someone during an attempted escape
or being connected with civilians, they held a new court hearing and they gave
you five more years. So I kind of saved myself this way, because it was
revealed that everything that I wrote on the "moták" was false.
From Ruzyne you returned to Jáchymov?
Of course, they took me back to pit number twelve, but only for a short time.
I was unlucky that I was marked on my clothes. We had pants and on those were
white stripes. Whoever had one stripe had it all right. Whoever had two, that
was already a dangerous person of whom they kept a special eye on. I had an
extra circle on my back as a mark that indicated I was not allowed to stop.
That also meant that I was the most dangerous person for gathering people and
organizing them in a group. So for the whole time I was working in the Jáchymov
camps, when ever there was Christmas, May Day celebrations, or what ever
different holidays, they put me in correction as soon as I got out from the
pit wet and dirty. "Correction" was separate housing that was a part of the
camp, a dungeon and that was where I would spend my holidays. I couldn't move
around the camp because in a moment my friends came up to me and quickly we
were two or three and a siren started to wail and they were indicating we were
not allowed to get together. They still expected that we were getting ready to
escape. I was labeled like this until the end of my stay in the working camps.
Do you remember the prison number you had in Jáchymov?
I even have them written down. My first number was 1257, but then for others
I would have to look into the letters my parents were writing to me. They
always had to write my prison number and "Bory" or "Karlovy Vary." So I had
about three or four different numbers, but my first number was 1257.
Did you ever come across homosexuality in the camps?
No, never. Although at these camps there was something different. There were
groups of people who were interested in culture, theater, and who learned
language. We mainly propagated sports. We got together with friends from Brno,
Ostrava, and Slovakia. Volleyball was played there, of course when the work was
at full stretch and the staff of the camp let us. We also played football, a
match of Bohemia versus Moravia and that was always a big event because many
people came to watch. Even right before I was released they let us at camp
Bytíz build a small ice rink where we could play hockey. Bytíz was my best
camp where I spent almost two years. I even remember finding a letter where
I was writing to my parents to send me ice skates and we also smuggled in
pieces of wood to create barriers for the rink. That was already in the year
1955 and right after that I was released so I "unfortunately" didn't play
hockey in the prison camp.
Could you summarize what comes to mind when you hear the name, Jáchymov?
A huge amount of suffering of the best people who were Czechoslovakians,
or people who followed their convictions and belief took place here.
They were people who knew what Communism was and were fighting against it.
I think that Jáchymov was the suffering of a nation that can never be
forgotten.
Mr. Bubník, I think this was comprehensive and thank you very much for
the series of recordings we have done together.
I am really happy I can talk about it like this, because out of our group
of twelve there are only Mr. Konopásek, who doesn't really remember the stories
anymore, and me. Thank God "Uncle Alzheimer" who I keep chasing away, hasn't
visited me yet.
Thank you very much for the interview.
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[1] Sokol - The Czech association of Sokol (COS) is a civil association,
whose almost 190,000 members attend voluntary sports, which include physical
activities in clubs.
[2] LTC Praha - abbreviation for Czech ice-hockey association (1903 - 1950).
[3] Exile stands for absence of a man or a group in a home country. In
consequences of deportation, expulsion, stripping citizenship, political,
national, race or religious chasing.
[4] „Domecek" (in Czech „little house", read [domacheck]) - "The place in
Kapucínská street in Prague - Hradcany, called "domecek", became the specific
prison for soldiers. It was an institution of the 5th department of the
Headquarters or known also as OBZ. There they mainly kept soldiers, who were
forced to testify in certain ways via cruel inspecting methods." (source:
BÍLEK, J., Nástin vývoje vojenského vezenství v letech 1945 - 1953, s. 127.
[5] The staff captain František Pergl alias „Dry linden" or „Black penicillin"
was „only" a caretaker of the „domecek", that means a custodian of the 5th
department of Headquarters in Kapucínská street. Pergl was known for his
brutality already because of his service in the prewar Czechoslovakian army.
He met every command given to him by investigators to persecute prisoners
and he himself made up various styles of torture.
[6] OBZ - the press agency for the Czechoslovakian army.
[7] Pankrác - prison in Prague
[8] JUDr. Milada Horáková was a Czech politician, executed during the
communist political processes in the fifties, for putative conspiracy and
high treason.
[9] Rudé právo - (in English „Red right") before 1989 daily newspaper of
the communist party.
[10] Highest court stands for the court organ, which has different
functions in countries - in general it is an organ that oves the last
decision and against which there is not another reparation allowed.
[11] The prison Plzen - Bory is situated in the western part of Bohemia,
during the communist era it was one of the strictest prisons, where mainly
political prisoners were placed.
[12] Mjr. Trepka - was the head of solitary confinement in Plzen - Bory.
He was known for his brutal practise and violence towards prisoners.
[13] The guard Brabec was especially known for his brutality towards
the prisoners.
[14] Kremlin refers (here ironically) to The Kremlin, which is a historic
fortified complex at the heart of Moscow. The complex serves as the official
residence of the President of Russia.
[15] Lenora is a small town by Prachatice, Southern Bohemia.
[16] Gulag was one of the departments of the secret police in Socialistic
bloc, managing a system of concentration and working camps in SSSR. The
word gulag was then used for a group of these camps and camps under this
institution.
[17] Koh-i-Noor Hardmuth a.s. is a Czech producer of writing and stationary
products.
[18] „Anton" - a closed police van for transport of prisoners.
[19] Podbaba is a lokal name for neighbourhood in Dejvice.
[20] Antonín Zápotocký was the president of Czechoslovakia at that time.
[21] „moták" - a secret message usually distributed among prisoners on a small
piece of paper.
[22] Jáchymov is a spa town close to Karlovy Vary, near the German border,
known for its mining history. Working camps for prisoners were often
established near these mines and political prisoners tend to call them
"concentration" camps. Historians rather prefer working camps - concentration
camp is a term connected with Nazism. Concentration camps existed in Southern
Africa already in the early 20th century. Great Britain built them there during
the second Boer War. In Czechoslovakia there were "vindicative" prisoners and
later also political and criminal prisoners. Prisoners were used as cheap labor.
Political prisoners in Jáchymove mined uranium ore.
[23] Vindicative prisoners - prisoners sentenced on a basis of „vindicative
decrees" for cooperation and collaboration with Nazi Germany. A state prisoner
was also called a political prisoner, then there was a category of criminal
prisoners.
[24] Ruzyne is the name of a Prague district and a district prison. Some well
known people were kept there during the Communist totality.
[25] KUKAL, Karel: Deset krížu. (Ten crosses). 2. Vydání, upravené a rozšírené.
Rychnov nad Knežnou: Ježek, 2003. 127 s.
[26] International song is an international anthem of the labor movement,
which is sung in many counries by communists and sometimes socialists and
social democrats.
[27] Slánský - Political processes launched against all sections of society,
which did not miss even the main representatives of the communist party. From
1950 the state secret police concentrated on „searching the enemy even among
its own." The leading communist investigated was Secretary-General of the
communist party Rudolf Slánský.