ČESKÝ SVAZ LETECTVÍ

The E-3000 Action
Hunger has been going on desperately. Mornings a bitter coffee is served, at noons and evenings a watery soup. Where - hell - are the cut potatoes having been boiled in that none of them are there ? We go weak visibly. Day by day number of those able to walk outside shrinks. Women and teen girls mostly ceased to menstruate of under - nourishment.
The potatoe field trampled down on our arrival has been dug up several times to date. To eat, eat ! Our stomachs have not been shrunk enough yet and keep us on allert round the clock. Mothers interned with their children starve twice so much. Nice curvy bodies of the girl are turning pale, their cheeks and ribs are more visible day by day and glare of their eyes have lost its previous nature.
They sleep on their beds most hours of a day and if not, they chatter about food. A door opens and thinking about food is being cut by a sentence : „Girls, the people from beyond are here and brought potatoes." Two gorgeous things in a single short sentence. The people from outside, from the Paradise lost recently and potatoes symbolizing satiety of the paupers.
Untill she finishes we are outside too and round these two things. Really. A cart and horses. We smooth them, staring at a man and and a woman dressed in a local costume sitting on a pile of bags, watching us so eagerly too. „ Off the cart !" We step backward once or twice, but do not go away.
Oops, a potatoe from the woman`s hand leaning the bag rolled towards me. Shall I dare ? Untill the thought works, dozens of other hands are faster. And the second and third went astray, maybe these peoples` hands are shivering, causing so many potatoes rolling in all the directions, only bow and and disappear with a catch in the crowd. The guard shouts.
Obediently we step backwards again saying no word, let him shout if not being driven out until all the potatoes in the cellar are. Maybe we succeed to snatch one more. Then a gate opens wide again and the unknown people turn the cart and horses back, showing their shy smile to us.
Plenty of the autumn green along a road was spotted by us at this moment between the gate and the cart. It is a trench and a field beyond, trees are there and not far so bright red and white is coming in our sight making us hold our breaths. These are the first houses of the village of Svatoborice. And again nothing is but a fence, the gate was closed, only the people - numbers - stand motionlessly while staring and staring.
„Drop that" a wise voice cuts the silence. „ It has no sense, evoking crying only, let us go and boil the stolen potatoes somewhere". Hunger among men is even worse than among women. They can not curl themselves to prevent their stomachs from hurting of cramp. They curse. The hunger is not lessened by this and they waste their energy.
Now and then smuggling food into is successful. Like yesterday. An old man in a typical local hat brought something to eat. He works here on huts` erecting. Also Gendarms are said to assist. But what is that for so many people, each conceals this food and hides it for their kids and also being ashamed by the others, because one can not multiply a slice of bread by two thousand.
People start watching each other grudgingly while an other chewing is. Even the last turnip vanished from the potatoe field. On the other hand the runs and stomach cramp are on the rise. We are also cramped heavily and that is nearly as bad as hunger, eg there are fourty three women cramped on twenty bunk beds in our room.
And fourty three women are not willing to believe in necessity of bearing all to find themselves in the Heaven, that it is necessary to make their life space narrower into the width of a straw mat, to a mere two feet and less, how can be two feet by each of us had. Christ, neither turn yourself while in sleep nor go to toilet.
„A communal begger is taken a larger measure by a grave digger before he starts digging his grave," women raise their voices and go angry each with other about claiming so much bedspace. Even skirmishing is omnipresent..." hell,so I should lead a holy life I have a faintest idea why I am so nervy, be sure I used to be a quite good at home",makes one countrywoman easy.
All of us have changed a bit, only a couple of weeks passed, some starvation and we are different. One of the reason is, privacy - the primary feature of a free human being - does not exist at all. All is being watched by all the others and above all old women can hardly stand.
Wash yourself, get dressed and undressed, always someone else`s eyes are watching you, not curious, but having no chance to look somewhere else. Have a look anywhere, someone is watching you everywhere. It is only a single place you are really alone in, but do not misuse that, remember there are gathering a line front of a door and all are suffering from stomach ache or need to relieve their urine bladder. So go out of you place of privacy as soon as possible.
The first case of contracted dysentery is reported in our sick bay. Of this raw turnip. Jews pick even shrub berries eating them. Today night a loaf of bread was tossed over a wooden barrier. „ Who was the lucky one ?" we ask. Why for this only night there were not present miraculous hands of Christ cutting a single loaf into two thousand slices ?