Professor Jiří FR ANĚK (formerly Frischman)
Born in 1920 in Vysoké Mýto,
died on Dec. 30, 2007, in Prague, Czechoslovakia
June 27–30, 2004 recorded and transcribed (in Czech) by Jan Dvořák
August 2008, translated into English and commented by František Franěk
and Jacob Franek

Where do you come from? Tell us about your family.
I come from Vysoké Mýto, which was then a little town of 15,000 souls in Eastern
Bohemia, in the Pardubice region. My father’s given name was Frischmann.
The whole family used the double “n”; however, one “n” fell off my
name, probably the rabbi’s mistake, in the registry record. I changed my name
when I started Slavic studies and learned that the Germanic names had been
forcefully assigned by the Emperor Joseph II. A clerk assigned a Jew a name
according to his [the Jew’s] financial situation. Therefore, my ancestor was
neither too poor, nor too rich. If he had been rich, he would have been named
My father’s side of the family considered themselves Czech. For instance,
my father knew Laufr, who was Jewish and the first sports commentator of
Czechoslovak Radio. My father had a large collection of books and his favorite
author was Bezruč . All this indicates that the family felt Czech to a large
extent. Not entirely though, since some of the relatives were Germans, more
precisely German Jews. The Czech side, however, dominated. My father died
when I was ten years old.
the biggest city in Eastern Bohemia
in North America now more commonly referred to as Eastern European studies
Czech poet from the Ostrava region. My mother came from the Vohryzek family and there Czech sentiments
were unmistakable. This had a large influence on me, though the love for
Bezruč (despite him being an anti-Semite) I inherited from my father.
What did your father do for a living?
My father married into my mother’s embroidery business. Where I come from
was the beginning of the Českomoravská vysočina , and there, many farmwives
traditionally made a living by hand-embroidering monograms onto underwear,
bedding, and tablecloths. My mother got the “živnost” (that is how they used
to refer to business) as a wedding gift from her father, and it had an enormous
impact on our family. Thanks to it, the whole family and I met a large number
of country people and learned their ways. When widowed, my mother assumed
the leadership of the company, and when the Germans came, she passed it onto
one of her employees, although it was later confiscated.
What did you speak at home?
At home we spoke only Czech. My mother did not know any German. We children
started learning German at school in grade four, so I did know some German.
My mother had some German customers, but not from Germany, from
America. When she needed to communicate with them, I had to help, as she
was not capable of conversing with them in German, for instance over the
phone. When there was a need to write a business letter, one of our aunts who
was perfectly fluent in German had to correct it, as well as our German homework.
Where did you go to school?
In Mýto , I went to a Czech elementary school and then to a Czech Reálné Gymnázium.
The closest German school in the area was in Lanškroun. I attended
the Gymnázium until septima. then the Germans came and I was kicked out.
Since my family was of the opinion that I had to have a graduation diploma,
I was sent to the only Jewish Gymnázium in the Czech and Moravian lands, in
Czechomoravian Highlands
a short-form reference to the city of Vysoké Mýto
a type of high school
a city nearby Vysoké Mýto
a pre-war Latin-based colloquial term for grade 7 of Gymnázium; today grade 12
the city of Brno. I finished oktáva10 there; however, the Germans did not allow
us to take the graduation exam.
It is a curiosity that I have three graduation diplomas though I did not
take a single graduation exam. When in Brno, at the time when my graduation
exam was approaching, an SS11 came saying that he had a “befehl”12 to
cancel the exam. Then came an official of the regional school board, unfortunately
I do not know his name, and he assured us that he had verified the level
of knowledge in the whole class and that we would all get our graduation diplomas
regardless. After the war I asked for my diploma and, with a big delay, I finally
got it (one professor who witnessed it survived the war); there were five of
us who received the promised diplomas. After the war, when I was applying for
admission to university, before receiving my diploma, professor Kopal (let God
rest him in peace, otherwise a very nice person, probably even philo-Semitic)
told me that without a graduation diploma I could not be admitted. This was in
1945. The so-called “swindle courses” were taking place then; during the first
summer after the war, they were attended by those students who for whatever
reasons were not allowed to complete oktáva (or a lower grade). The authorities
were afraid that too many of them would not fare well in the exam and so
the state school board announced that we would not take the exam and that
the final report card from the course would be valid as a graduation diploma.
I received my diploma from Brno before I finished the “swindle course” where
I also got a diploma without writing the exam. Meanwhile, a decree was issued
that all who had reached at least septima before the war were to get a graduation
diploma based on the average marks achieved in the graduation subjects
during the whole period of study. So, just before the completion of the “swindle
course,” I received my third graduation diploma, this time from my home city
of Mýto. So I have three graduation diplomas, yet I did not take a single exam,
which should go into the Guinness Book of Records as there is likely no other
such person in the world. So I have them instead of taking the graduation exam
in 1941 with my classmates, with whom I am in frequent contact today.
Otherwise our family lived a moderately religious life. I mean, we took
part in Yom Kippur, New Year (Rosh Hashanah), and Passover … about two or
three holidays. On top of that, we celebrated Christmas, Easter; we took part
in “šmerkusta” (when you carol for decorated Easter eggs). I was a member of
10 a pre-war Latin-based colloquial term for grade 8 of Gymnázium; today grade 13
11 a colloquial term for members of SS
12 a German word for order

Photo No. 1: Johana Pfeiferov á and Alfred Frischman , Jiří Fra ňek ’s parents .
Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková.
Sokol13, also of Boy Scouts that I loved enormously – it helped me survive, for
all I learned there came into good use during the war.
Did you encounter any anti-Semitism in Sokol?
I reckon that is where my memories differ [from the recollections of other Jews].
I did not encounter anything like that in Vysoké Mýto. It was not there. I had
no idea what it was. I have some vague recollections that only once in a while
somebody told me (most often my parents) that such people existed. At the
Gymnázium there was a professor who my mother told me was “anti.” But I had
no clue what that meant. So she explained it to me. Then a good friend of mine
who I used to play soccer with (he was a wild one, but I had a soccer ball and he
did not) was held back in grade five, while I had all A’s and then I heard for the
first time, “of course, the Jew Frischman…” In jest we used to yell, “Catholic,
Catholic, sat down on a spike, Evangelic14 spilled the bucket, Jew, the devil will
come for you!”15 But I did not see it as anti-Semitism then, and I do not see is so
today either, for it was mostly anti-clerical and anti-religious.
13 Falcon – a sports and physical education organization with a pronounced nationalistic flavor
14 a member of Evangelical church
15 in Czech, this phrase rhymes
Otherwise I did not really encounter any anti-Semitism and I often ask my
friends who write about it (I have one concrete example on my mind of a guy
from Český Brod.16 at home they only spoke German). If you read the book
Svědek málem stoletý17 (memoirs of Dr. Steinbach prepared by Fischl), he writes
in essence the same as I remember. It is also found in Poláček.18 The main character
Bajza in Bylo nás pět19 is in fact a little Jew from Rychnov.20
Bajza lives in complete integration with the Czech community. In Eastern
Bohemia, the “Czech-Jewishness” was deeply rooted and deeper [than
elsewhere in Czechoslovakia]. And Viktor Vohryzek21 was also from Eastern
Was there then a Jewish Community in your town?
No. We belonged to the Luže22 community. Luže was a town even smaller than
Mýto, but they had a synagogue (now it is functioning again). There is also
a Jewish cemetery. There were six, may be eight Jewish families in Mýto (thirty,
at most, fifty people). During Hitler,23 they had to be gathered together, so all
of a sudden there were more of them. Otherwise Mýto was entirely a Czech
town. After the war, actually after the fall of communism,24 when I successfully
tried to have a commemorative plaque to the Jews of the town [Vysoké Mýto]
installed, we could not peg down the overall number (about seventy people,
different sources put forth different numbers). When I got the names from the
transportation lists, I realized how many I did not know. Those were the ones
Was your mother a member of any association or a political party?
My mother for sure was not. My father, however, I assume that he was. He had
these inclinations, but I have no evidence. In this respect my mom was not very
social (otherwise it was just the opposite). I realized early on that she did not
understand politics at all. After my father’s death, she was very busy and had
16 a city east of Prague
17 the title means An almost hundred-year-old witness [to Czechoslovak history]
18 Karel Poláček, a Czech Jewish writer
19 The Five of Us, a famous children book by Poláček
20 Rychnov nad Kněžnou, a small town in Eastern Bohemia
21 a relative, a brother of his grandmother
22 a nearby city
23 a slang reference to the period when Hitler was in power
24 in 1989

Photo No. 2: Jiří Franěk
with his brother
František , ca . 1924.
Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka
a lot of problems to deal with. She worked day and night and so did not participate
in any associations or clubs. We did not have any significant social life;
mom simply did not have the time. If anything, she dropped by our neighbors’
place (or they to ours). My brother and I were immersed completely in Czech
circles. We Jews were united only during the war. most of my contacts with
Jews were in tennis. I played it with passion. There were five to six Jews in the
tennis club, but for such a small town it was a thus viewed as a “Jewish sport.”
However, for us it was meaningless whether any actual Jews were playing tennis;
it simply did not interest us.
Did you take notice of what was going on in Germany?
I must say that we did take a great deal of notice. I remember it. Despite being
eleven years old in 1933, I remember it clearly. We listened to the radio day
and night and we even discussed whether it could come to Czechoslovakia.
My mother could not comprehend how this was possible in central Europe.
So we registered it a lot. My wife was one year younger, but she said that she
had not noticed it that much. It may be that we were conditioned by the anti-
Semitism taking place in Germany to take it more seriously. Both my brother
and I started to be politically active early on. We participated at school in political
discussions with our professors (for instance at the onset of the Ethiopian
war25). We took political stands. Already at the Gymnázium we had a fraternity,
politically leaning quite to the left, as were most intellectuals these days.
Eventually, I was left out of the fraternity, as I was in danger anyway. Some of
the boys later founded a clandestine group and after a betrayal, twelve or more
of them were executed. today we are all summarily accused of being communists
then, but whoever knows the circumstances understands that we could
not be anything else.
Who was your role model then?
Without a doubt, it was Masaryk.26 In the whole wider family of ours, Masaryk
was a saint (and in my wife’s family similarly so). I have several small statues of
him that survived the war. I also have my brother’s portrait painted just before
we went to the concentration camp. It was painted by a young Jewish woman
when we were gathered as Jews. Her name was Hanka Picková; she also died
in the camp.
Did you encounter Zionism at that time?
Of course we knew about Zionism. I, under the influence of Viktor Vohryzek,
grew up in a total rejection of Zionism. When I studied his writings after the
war (and later the writings of Jindřich Kohn27), I realized that there could be
Czech Jews who understood and accepted Zionism. Before the war it was quite
naively perceived as “either Zionism or assimilation.” In my family, Zionism
was completely rejected and it was viewed as a matter of nationalism – Zionism
was professed by German Jews who were ashamed to be Germans but did not
know how to be Czechs and that was why they turned to Zionism. Ruth Elias
might agree. However, for instance, my good friend Avi Fischer was a Czech in
his heart, yet after the war he went to Israel.
Did you consider emigrating?
Yes, we did. Mom had some health problems, but wanted us, the children, to
emigrate. My brother was to be the first; it had even been prepared. In Prague
we had an uncle who was a medical doctor and quite wealthy. It is alleged that
25 Mussolini’s Invasion of Ethiopia in 1935
26 the founding father of Czechoslovakia and its first president
27 Jindřich Kohn, 7/3/1874–12/3/1935, a Jewish lawyer, a leading personality of the Czech Jewish
democratic and humanist movement
in Vysočany28 he financed a clandestine organization. So this uncle arranged
and paid for passage to Switzerland for my brother, where he was to be taken
illegally across the border to France. There he was to enlist in the army. The
family “committee” decided (so shortsighted and so symptomatic of the times)
that he first had to complete high school. Yet Paris fell two weeks before his
graduation exam, so though he passed the exam in 1940, the whole plan fell
apart. My brother, unfortunately, then died in Auschwitz.29
Later in Brno, I befriended Jindřich Wertheimer and together we planned
an escape. Nevertheless, our plan was never realized. As young boys we did not
really know how to go about it and we were also worried about our parents.
And, when somebody escaped, the whole family was punished. Also, France
completely surrendered at that time, and so any escape was quite elaborate
through Slovakia, Hungary, to Greece and possibly farther. You could count
the successful attempts on the fingers of one hand.
I would like to add a comment. Though my brother was rather more
socially adept than I and had better marks at school, I was a bit more courageous
in some ways. With one of our American customers, I was the only one
to communicate in German. His name was Mueller, so he probably was of German
descent. He took to a liking in me and so he mailed me an affidavit.30 It
was still possible to emigrate at that time with an affidavit, and my mother
would have agreed with my leaving then, but the affidavit never arrived. Unfortunately,
this is not the only case. The same happened to the writer Pavel Eisner,
whose affidavit a different Pavel Eisner used to leave – he even met him
after the war. I am sure that Mr. Mueller sent the affidavit. As in the Eisner’s
case, some clerk took it and sold it for good money. There were not too many
Frischmans, so the name was probably falsified. Similarly the birth date must
have been falsified, and some other information. Simply, most likely somebody
else managed to escape on my affidavit.
How was it in your family with kashrut 31?
Well, we did not know too much about it. We knew it existed. There was this
view that it was just a bunch of obsolete notions; for instance pigs were not to
28 a district in Prague
29 Auschwitz-Birkenau was the largest of Nazi Germany’s concentration camps, located in Poland
approximately 50 kilometers west of Kraków and 286 kilometers south from Warsaw
30 an affidavit that the person would be taken care of after the arrival to the USA
31 Jewish dietary laws
be eaten for they often suffered purples32 and so were decreed “unclean,” a kosher
wine was to be dispensed by rabbis to prove it was not watered down, and
all of that no longer had any validity. Of course, this thinking was based on Victor
Vohryzek’s ideas. He knew how to explain it all. A man does not get closer
to or farther from God by eating a pig. We even kept pigs and had pig slaughtering.
One of our tenants was a butcher, so I had my fill of sausages in my youth.
They were so good; I never had one like that ever again.
How did you perceive Munich33 and the beginning of the protectorate34?
For us the most deplorable was the behavior of the people. However, many
behaved impeccably. For instance, one of my friends, a son of a collaborator,35
kept pointedly acknowledging me. We were walking around the Town Square
and I kept sending him away (as a Jew I was forbidden to be in contact with
him). But he opposed me and argued with me not to worry because in case of
problems, his father would straighten things out.
All of a sudden we were very lonely and could only contact Jews. Even
so, some non-Jews kept associating with us. For instance, the painter Hana
had a boyfriend Dr. Cejp, who later became a professor at the university
in Olomouc.36 He was not afraid and he kept associating with us. How he
managed it, I have no idea. Beside other things, he acquainted us with communism
and Marxism. He committed suicide after the war, supposedly for being
persecuted by the communist regime. Regardless of the families we came from,
this particular
Jewish group was politically quite to the left of center, even the
richer people. Our mother did not understand it: “Why would workers need
communists when they have Social democrats? And we, the small business
people, must of course vote for živnostníci!37”
And then the well-known measures – yellow star, ban on using sidewalks,
ban on attending movie theatres, etc. – we the younger ones, unlike our parents,
took it with good humor: “What does Hitler think he can gain by it?”
I was really pissed when I had to hand over my bicycle, as I passionately loved
32 a pig disease
33 1938 Munich agreement signed by Nazi Germany, France, Britain, and Italy permitting German
annexation of Czechoslovakia’s Sudetenland
34 The protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia, established by the Nazi Germany when they took
over the remnants of Czechoslovakia, lasted 1939-1945
35 collaborator with the Nazi invaders
36 second largest city in Moravia
37 a small-business political party
to ride it. Nevertheless, as far as food was concerned, we had it quite good, for
every so often somebody secretly gave us something to eat. Often they wanted
something in return, for instance, a cup of goose fat. But not always.
We were still in good humor when my mother’s relative, Ing.38 Vohryzek,
rented a passenger railway car which the Czech Railways, with good grace,
incorporated in the train. In it we traveled to the gathering camp in Pardubice.
We believed that the Germans had already lost the war and if Hitler thought he
could get us by “gathering us,” we would have none of it (we knew that they
were going to gather us in one city, but we did not comprehend what it really
We lost our humor the moment we entered the gathering “subcamp” in
Pardubice. That was where the first slapping and beating took place. The SS
with guns and dogs patrolled it. We slept crammed on one mattress, several
men, women, and children. With our clothes on, for there was no place to
undress. That is where we lost our humor overnight. It was after Russia (then
the Soviet Union) joined the war, in 1941.
All the time in Czech society and in western radio broadcasts it was being
proclaimed that the end of the war was near. Yet it took many years before the
offensive started. Of the Jews of Mýto, only an uncle of my mother and I survived;
nobody else.
What did you do with the belongings you were supposed to hand over?
This will be a long story. It depended. We had a house, but we were not rich
by any standards. We had to hand over something, but whatever was possible
to hide, we hid. As I mentioned before, we had it good for a while with food,
but partly because we paid for it. Sometimes with clothes, other times with
duvets or something. Mother was sick and worried all the time about having
everything arranged before she died. At one point she told us what was hidden
where, and what was sold to whom. She stressed that she did not owe anything
to anybody. Often there were some shady deals, false debt notes and etc.,
so mother made sure we knew she had no debts. Some of our belongings we
sold. This caused some problems after the war. After the war I got just a few
of these things back. And our house was stolen from me by three consecutive
38 In Europe, Ing. is a title used by people who finish engineering studies
What did it look like when you got to the gathering camp?
The best way to describe it is shock. We left Mýto on December 1, 1942, for
Pardubice. The gathering camp was located in a school, where our transport
was crammed (about one thousand people) into the classrooms and the gym.
We spent four days there before our transport to Theresienstadt39. The moment
we entered, the SS showed us what they were about. Our family was in the
gym. We were allotted a space good enough for a single mattress. I am not sure
whether they shot somebody dead (I might be influenced by one of Lustig’s40
films), in any case there was shooting into the air. For food we only had what
we brought with us. The worst was water. There was a faucet, but not enough
for a thousand or so people.
Were you registered there?
I do not recall any registration there; everything was arranged by my uncle for
all of us. But we had transport numbers. Most likely, we had no documents.
I know that I lost my identity card there.
When did you arrive at Theresienstadt?
On December 5, 1942 we arrived by train (squeezed in passenger cars) at the
railway station Bohušovice. From there we had to walk to Theresienstadt on
foot. It was quite horrible because we all had as much on us and in the suitcases
as possible. Most of it was confiscated anyway in “šlojska”.41 Essential
for us was food and warm clothes. My brother and I managed to sneak sleeping
bags through the “šlojska” that we had brought from home. The sleeping
bag came in very handy later. I am quite a target for insects (I had big problems
with them in all camps) and the sleeping bag provided at least some protection
at night. First I was accommodated in the Hamburg barracks, then I got into
“Kinderheim”42 as a “Betreuer” (attendant and teacher) and it was kept quite
clean. There was a little more room. Bedbugs, fleas, and other bugs were not so
numerous there as elsewhere.
39 Theresienstadt (Terezín in Czech), the most famous Jewish ghetto in Czechoslovakia during the
40 Arnošt Lustig, a Czech Jewish writer
41 a colloquial term originated in Theresienstadt for a check point where all possessions were usually
confiscated, the word derives most likely from a slang word for stealing
42 a German term meaning a home for children
And what about your mother and brother?
It is a sad story. My brother was very intelligent, skillful, gifted, and physically
able. In Theresienstadt he even acted in a theatre (I still keep a poster). He
worked in supplies, so he was protected to some degree from transports [to the
extermination camps]. He wanted to save our mother [from being transported],
but he did not succeed. So he joined her voluntarily in a transport to Auschwitz
a month after we arrived at Theresienstadt. Our mother went to the gas chamber
right away and my brother died half a year later.
I did not go in that transport because a well-known actress Vlasta (Váva)
Schönová (after the war, Nana Shan; she just recently died in Israel) shot
a dose of milk into my buttocks and I got very sick. It was quite an adventurous
undertaking in the men’s room. There were several ways to get sick. Milk or
petrol shots into the muscles gave one a high fever so they were removed from
the transport. It was crazy. People were sent to their death, but in order to preserve
some order it was said that they were transported to forced-labor camps.
Thus, they had to be healthy. The shot was arranged by my brother and Váva
did it. She worked in the hospital in the Vrchlabí army barracks. That is where
I later had my “surgery.” Doctor Reiss laughed that he removed from my ass
half a kilo of cottage cheese. I survived, but I still have a scar today. Every such
attempt was to be reported, but he [Dr. Reiss] did not [report it].
What work did you do in Theresienstadt?
Thanks to a professor I knew from the Brno Gymnázium, I met a classmate
from a significant Zionist family. This Zionist lady assigned me to “jugendfürsorge”
(the Department of Youth Care) in a “Kinderheim” in the Hamburg
barracks. There I used to tell the children modern fairy tales which I remembered
and played Boy-Scout games with them. After a month, Oto Klein (also
a Zionist,
yet after the war he became a communist) took me as a “Betreuer” to
the prestigious “Kinderheim” L417.
In this building, a friend and I built a little dwelling in the attic. It was interesting,
when for instance we were stealing the heraklit43 from the warehouse
and getting caught meant death. But once the dwelling was built, nobody asked
where we got the heraklit from. And they left us alone. When we gathered
enough courage, we added a cook Kurt Frankfurter and stole more material and
completed the dwelling. During the building, I utilized all my Boy-Scout skills.
43 building material
I built myself a hammock with my sleeping bag. Since we incorporated a cook
and later a clerk, we had some food. Of course, we were staying there illegally.
If I had stayed in Theresienstadt, I would have survived the war nicely.
What was the attitude to stealing and “organizing” in Theresienstadt?
All in all, it was not viewed as something horrible. All our emotions were so
blunted just to survive to that point. Somehow we all accepted it. If today
somebody stole your last shirt, you would go nuts. There was always a way to
get something somehow. In Theresienstadt, people were allowed to receive
parcels [from outside friends or relatives], so there was something for people
to exchange. I always claim that Theresienstadt was a shadow of a normal
life (somehow flattened, a distorted projection). It was much worse in
One had in Theresienstadt some sense of home in the barracks. Though
the space was sparse, one could still leave his stuff there and not always have it
stolen. After work, there was some time to relax; one could rest or even go for
a walk with girls. He who was lucky even had his family intact.
Some beating of course took place, but we gradually got used to it. One
of the positive aspects was our fervent belief that the end of the war was near.
Except for the pessimist, we all had hopes. The optimists claimed it would be
over by the Christmas (it was to end by every Christmas during the war). The
biggest optimists put it in six weeks at best.
Did you have any information about what was going on outside of Theresienstadt?
Even about Stalingrad, the command hung up bulletins, which we read with
gusto. Then they stopped. Sometimes we had an opportunity to listen to the
radio in the “komandatura”44 or someone from a transport that had just arrived
smuggled in a newspaper. So some information we did have. I was already
a member of the Communist party. The information from outside was filtered
to prevent unnecessary pessimism, or to prevent “bonkes” or “latrína” (false
information, rumors). The most frequent rumor was that “the Russians are
already in Náchod!”45 – like in the first world war.
It was a big advantage of being a [Communist] party member in Theresienstadt.
We had some briefings by real experts. We were told the real situation on
44 the office of the command
45 a northern city in Eastern Bohemia
the fronts. Quite precise, when I could compare it with the reality after the war.
It meant a lot to us. We were able to keep our composure.
Can you tell more about the political life in Theresienstadt?
There [in Theresienstadt] the National Front46 started to work. It was later
very important in Auschwitz. There were a few organized groups comprised
of Czech Jews, Zionists, Jewish communists, German Jews, and even Danes.
Individual communist groups were involved in political activities. We also
used to have “training,” where we were told a lot of what would be considered
nonsense today, but we were also lectured by the cream of the crop of Jewish
humanist scholars (for instance, by the university professor Cvikr or Poláček).
They often went to the “Heim”47 to lecture the kids, and to indoctrinate us in
the party’s way of thinking.
When I was leaving for Auschwitz, the leader of my [Communist] cell
gave me the name of a person I should contact there. He said that secret lists
would be going with us there, but if I was not on the list or for any other reason,
I should contact Alena Vogelová. She was important.
Did you encounter some cultural life in Theresienstadt?
I did not take any active part in it, just a passive approach. But I was informed.
My brother, though he spent a short period of time there, acted in a theatre
doing poetry by Walker48 with Váva Schönová. I mostly took part in lectures,
and this trait stayed with me until now.
I keep saying that cultural life in Theresienstadt had one negative aspect. It
hid real life in Theresienstadt. It was just a shadow of normal life. People were
dying there en masse, hunger was omnipresent, and the danger of being transported
hung over us all the time. Many people did not even know that there was
any cultural life.
However, not all of the culture that took place there has been brought to
light. For example, musicians (accordion players, singers) performed in individual
rooms on their own after work, sometimes for money, or at least for
a piece of bread. This was not documented; nobody writes about it.
46 a term used often in these times for a coalition of heterogeneous groups for a common goal
against the Germans
47 barracks
48 Jiří Wolker, a Czech poet
On the other hand, some believe there was nothing else going on but
operas, concerts, theatre, cabarets, lectures and so on. It is so amazing that it
attracts all the attention and it misses the fact that the music in Theresienstadt
was the music of death.
I personally was totally absorbed by my work as a “Betreuer.” I started
in “Heim” number 6 as a helper of an excellent “Betreuer” Jirka König (later
a medical doctor, then a docent49 of Charles University50). We taught the children
although we had no textbooks, and at the same time we had to instill some
discipline in them. After one of us in the “Heim” failed while I came across fine
when some problems with discipline arose there, I was sent to number 10 to
straighten it out.
So that you understand me, the word “Heim” has two meanings: the school
that we attended, and that was called school, it was “Kinderheim” L417; and in
this “Kinderheim” were individual classes, also labeled as individual “Heims.”
Thus the “Heims” were numbered 1 to 10. This is often confused.
It was a hard task, the guys in number 10 completely refused to obey. I realized
that I simply could not give in. I ended up leaving them standing in the
corridor instead of letting them go for lunch. They grasped that they could
not behave like that. I had no other recourse than to deny them food. I got the
boys under control and functioned for a short period of time as the youngest
“Betreuer” of the whole “Heim.”
Later, as the youngest, I had to join in the war production when the Germans
instituted it. We manufactured some heaters for the Russian front. I kept
living in the school with all the others; I was still on the staff so to speak, but
I had to go work every day.
How did you work with the guys to keep them under control?
I figured out early on that youth is inquisitive. I had quite a wide range of knowledge
and so I talked to them about geography, history, and so on. Of course,
it was forbidden. Especially later in Auschwitz, somebody always had to be
on the lookout for the SS. When I delivered the material to the kids in an interesting
way, I found that they really listened. It was the basis of my work. Otherwise
I tried to work with my hands. I could neither paint nor sing, but that
was taken care of by others. With the youngest I played Boy-Scout games
49 something like Associate Professor, but more prestigious
50 the most prestigious Czech university
(“kim seton”51, paper folding, or I taught them the art of tying knots). They
were quite grateful for having some opportunity to do something. All the kids
venerated the collective morality. They were a collective, they helped each other
and they tried hard.
Do you recall any sport in Theresienstadt?
Some sport life was happening there, but I did not participate. In actuality, soccer
was the only game played. Not with eleven players, but smaller, I think with
seven players. I was never chosen. In Theresienstadt, it was sometimes possible
to get something to eat. In Auschwitz, there was not a single day without
feeling hungry. In L417 in Theresienstadt, the guys [the soccer players] got seconds
[servings] from the cooks during the games. Even the supply department
had its own team. They were not only always well fed, but they could even go
outside (I knew from my brother). Also the “zimmerälteste”52 from the individual
barracks had their own teams.
Did you experience the census?
Yes I did. For that, they herded us to the Bohušovice hollow53. It is well known
from the literature. It was horrible; it was equaled only by Auschwitz.
Did you have any inkling of the camps in the east?
None. Possibly the “lagerälteste”54 (Eckstein or Edelstein) knew or suspected
something. It is still being discussed today. It was also our defense mechanism;
we did not want to know. My brother went east soon after our arrival, of his
own will, to accompany our mother. I went after a year, also voluntarily. Well,
not exactly, because I worked in a protected manufacturing facility for the front,
I was exempt [from being transported]. Any time a clerk wanted to save a relative
or a friend, he tried to put somebody else’s name on the list. That is how
my name got there. I told myself that though I did not have to go, my mother
and brother were there; that maybe I should go while I still had some strength
left. I left on the December 1943 transport.
51 probably references to Kipling’s book Kim and to the author Ernest Thompson Seton, both very
popular among Scouts
52 the room commanders
53 a shallow valley near the town of Bohušovice
54 the camp elder, or camp leader
How was the transport to Auschwitz?
This time we traveled in cattle-boxes, totally cramped and with a single bucket.
A lot has been written about it. When we came to the “šlojska” in Auschwitz,
we had gone through the showers where our rags were disinfected, we were
shaved and had prisoner’s numbers tattooed. Men, women, all the same.
We arrived at ramp B2 and that was awful. They herded us out of the car.
All luggage on one pile. Before they took our clothes and shoes, they rushed
us into a barracks. Of course, we had not had anything to eat since Theresienstadt.
I had good “kanadas”55 on my feet; I had them since my Boy-Scout days.
Suddenly, a boy accosted me. I even remember his name, Harry Kraus. He was
a “läufer” (running gofer for a block kapo56). He told me that they would confiscate
my boots anyway and if I gave them to him, he would make sure that
I would get some reasonable shoes rather than wooden clogs. I gave him my
boots, as I believed him. He really got me a pair of solid dress shoes. Thanks to
my trust, I was a thousand times better off than the rest.
It also played a role when I went for inspection to Fred Hirsch when asking
for a job as a “Betreuer” because the way you were dressed indicated how
capable you were. I had black pants, a dark jacket (they made a cross on it with
a waterproof color), and the shoes. That is why I was also a bit more mobile
around the camp.
When the next transport arrived, Harry and I did something similar again.
We took a milk can and walked around the “šlojska.” Told everybody to give us
their stuff, that we would return it to them later. The majority did not believe
us, and so they lost it. About twenty percent believed us, after all. Some gave us
their watch or gold and we returned it to them after. In the thick of this action
the feared SS “Bulldog“ (his real name was Bundtock) came and inquired at
what we were doing. Our answer was that we brought milk to the newly arrived
prisoners. We were scared stiff that he would want us to open the can, but
luckily, he only screamed at us and then ordered us to bugger off. Harry, as
a “läufer,“ had the ability to hide the stuff somewhere. Whoever later found us,
we returned the stuff, but we were also left with a lot which nobody claimed.
And it was an important “currency.”
In the car to Auschwitz, I traveled with Ariel Edelstein, a son of the Theresienstadt
“lagerältester”57 (his father was shot dead right at the ramp; however,
55 Canadian army-style leather boots
56 a leader of the block
57 camp leader
first they shot dead his wife and another son so he could watch). In Theresienstadt
I had Ariel in my “Heim” and we liked each other. On the train he told me
about the Auschwitz “kinderblock”58 and that he knew Fred Hirsch and that he
would put in a good word for me.
After my arrival [at Auschwitz], I found the aforementioned Alena
Vogelová. She inquired what I had been doing previously. When she found out
that I had been a “Betreuer,” she promised to try to get me a similar job, otherwise
I would have no chance of surviving. It did not happen for some time,
but when I finally got to Fred Hirsch, he told me that he had heard of me and
to come tomorrow. The next day he really gave me a job in the “kinderblock.”
Until now, I do not know who put in a good word for me. In all probability,
he or she saved my life; otherwise I would have not survived. So I became an
Auschwitz “Betreuer.”
How was it organized?
We slept in barracks like everybody else and after “Appell,”59 instead of going to
work (“arbeitszeit”), we went to a special barracks to take care of the children.
The children lived separately and were collected only during the day (not like
in Theresienstadt, where the children and the “Betreuers” lived in the “Heims”
together). Small children slept with their mothers. When they were bigger,
they slept according to their gender. I am a bit fuzzy whether we were allowed
to eat with the children or if they just once a while gave us something to eat on
the side, but I recall not being too hungry then. I had an aunt who distributed
the soup, “eintopf”60. She got me a mess tin or half of the thick soup from the
bottom every so often. She and my cousin Eva were the only relatives I encountered
in the camp. She [Eva] was quite a close relative. When her father died, as
a child, she lived with us.
After little Eva went to the gas chamber, my aunt directed all her care at
me. Paradoxically, she avoided going to the gas chamber because she was ill.
She did not believe that Eva was dead. She did not want to believe it. It was said
that they went to “work in Heidebreck,” but such a city probably did not even
exist. Many people in their self-preservation refused to believe despite the visible
flames and foul odors. One tried to blind oneself.
58 a block where children were living
59 roll call
60 normally, a traditional German stew consisting of a great number of different ingredients
How was it possible to work [with children] in Auschwitz at all?
There was a barracks with berths separated at the distance of the pillars. Anyone
who has visited Auschwitz knows what I am taking about. Fred Hirsch
somehow managed to get some chairs so the children sat in a semicircle around
the “Betreuer.” That was our only space.
Because the block for children was at the end of Czech family camp B2b,
there was a little space a width of maybe half a block. Today, there is nice grass,
but back then there was nothing but mud. We could only go there when the
weather was good. Due to its size and shape (it was such a narrow noodle) we
more pretended to play than actually played games there. I do not know if it is
my time-lag memory distortion, but I think it was always windy there, raining,
or overcast.
We could not really do too much with the children. In Theresienstadt there
was at least a library; here the SS left us only about five books for the whole
camp. So the only thing we had was our memory. We tried to have some kind
of instruction. We talked, played some Boy-Scout games. We strove to give it
some form of an actual school. There was a recess after an hour. Of course,
none of us had a watch. At most, may be Fred Hirsch or his deputies Roubíček
and Hugo Lengsfeld [had one] (he later changed his name to Pavel or Petr
Lenek, a real teacher, English; he survived and after the war he was a director
of some theatre agency; got into trouble in the Slánský61 trial, but he survived
this as well). To keep the children engaged, we gave lectures in Czech, history,
geography, and math. At least that is what I was doing. Without a pencil, paper,
or chalkboard. I used to be good in math. So despite everything I was able to do
something with them.
To illustrate how we tried all kind of things, I prepared a collection of Czech
poetry. The paper came from the wrappings of parcels somebody received every
once a while. We were able to cut A5 sheets from these wrappings. Despite the
ban, there were knives; they were for slicing bread. I recall I made covers from
cardboard and even managed to get a string to tie it all together. It was not
a big problem to put the poems together. I knew by heart big parts of “Máj”62,
knew Neruda63, Bezruč, and a whole bunch of other poems. What I did not
know, I got from others. I bugged everyone to dictate some poems to me. At
61 the most famous communist monster-process in Czechoslovakia with a top ranking communist
official Slánský in the early 1950’s
62 a famous poem by Karel Hynek Mácha
63 Jan Neruda, a Czech writer
the end, I had about twenty to thirty poems that were then used as a teaching
tool. The biggest problem was to write it all up, for we had no pencils. However,
as I mentioned before, you could get anything from the order-loving Germans.
I managed to get a quill pen. I tried in vain to concoct some ink from clay, ash
and water. At the end I managed to get hold of a pencil and a fountain pen, so
something was written in pencil, something by fountain pen. Of course, getting
it caused a great deal of delay. But the result was a classical literary textbook:
Svatopluk Čech64, Vrchlický65, Sova,66 etc.
Once a lady-painter Gottliebová drew something the SS liked very much,
and so we were allowed to decorate the whole “kinderblock” with drawings.
We had a Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs there. Whoever knew how, tried
to play theatre with the children; even several groups together. The SS often
came to watch. Their attitude was that it did not matter in the end so why
not to allow it; after all it helped keep order. It was described for instance by
Jirka Fraenkl, who also survived. After the war, we published his book. In it
he even presented the plays they gave. We helped ourselves any which way we
could. Whoever could sing, sang. Whoever could draw, drew. When we managed
to get hold of a few pencils, the drawing took place. But most of the time
it depended on the “Betreuer,” what he could tell and how he could focus the
children’s attention. We considered it important to instill in the children a feeling
that they were preparing for life. They did not know and could not accept
death, but they had some inkling. They saw transports arriving but not leaving;
the smoke and flames of the crematoria. Sometimes they even joked about it:
“Don’t boast, you’ll fly out of the chimney anyway!” The only weapon against it
[death] was this “normal” life we were trying to lead.
The children were very attentive. There were no problems with the discipline
as in Theresienstadt. The closer to death, the more serious the children
were. Through all my time, I never had any discipline problems. And as I can
recall, nobody else did either. In my department, I had about ten to twenty
children, and not a single one survived, for they were too young. The children
block was also undergoing the selections67 and only a few passed. These were
real exceptions that you could count only on the fingers of one hand. It only
64 Svatopluk Čech, a Czech writer
65 Jaroslav Vrchlický, a Czech poet
66 Antonín Sova, a Czech poet
67 selection of who would live and who would go to gas chamber
happened if they were tall enough and managed to stand in front of Mengele68
and state calmly that their age was older than their real age. I can recall a boy
named Alster; he was exceptionally able and smart. He often contributed to
teaching, especially in geography. Of course, it did not interest the Germans. If
so, just to kill him.
When did you leave the kinderblock?
Before the selection, or because of it. Yet before we leave the topic of Auschwitz,
I would like to discuss something, as I have some problems with it. Until
this day there has been some kind of competition between the survivors of
Auschwitz I (Auschwitz, camp A) and the survivors of Auschwitz II (Birkenau,
lager B), where we were. It concerns mostly the resistance. In A1 there was an
organized resistance. But even serious authors do not take too seriously the
resistance in B2.
I have to start with the fact that I got rich all of a sudden. My boys, including
Ariel Edelstein, found on the camp road a bag full of Reich marks69. Nobody
can figure now how it got there. The boys said that they did not know what to
do with it, so I should do something reasonable with it. I was then more courageous
than I would be today (there were watch towers all over, with guards
with machine guns, so one had to be really careful).
I went to the wire fence (next to us was the quarantine camp B2a, where
you went when you went to work) and was trying to find somebody who would
sell something for the marks. I colluded with a Polish guy and we made the
exchange through the wires of the fence. I gave him the marks and he pushed
through some bread and cigarettes. There was no more to get. He also gave
me a map, but I will leave that for later. With my boys, we ate our fill. The cigarettes
were my trumps, the currency used in the camp to obtain food and any
other help. I had 200 cigarettes left when I was leaving for a forced-labor camp.
They had to be hidden, there were constant “filzungen“ (searches). I hid them
in my straw mattress.
Now from a different angle. As I said, I was a member of the [Communist]
party. Alena Vogelová sent me to Hugo Lengsfeld, who became kind of my
party father. He often tried to help me (for instance, he gave me two cigarettes
68 Josef Mengele was a German SS officer in the Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz-Birkenau.
He gained notoriety for being one of the SS physicians who supervised the selection of arriving transports
of prisoners, determining who was to be killed and who was to become a forced laborer.
69 a German currency then
that could be exchanged for a piece of bread). The so-called National Front
was established there, you must know it from history classes. Here it was uniting
communists, Czech Jews, German Jews, and the Zionists. They all united
in preparation for resistance. I claim that these preparations started before
March 8, 1944, hence before the “gassed out” transport from B2b (so-called
family camp), still during the “normal stay.” Others claim that this National
(or People’s) Front formed only after the first March transport to the gas chambers,
after the attempt to mutiny, or after the attempt to persuade Fred Hirsch
to lead another mutiny after the first unsuccessful attempt. When it did not
work, it was concluded that the preparations must be more thorough.
It is probably unclear who was right today. The fact is that in this period,
Lengsfeld told me to contact Avi Fischer with anything important. Avi Fischer
was a man that would be worth more interest (he was a classical Czech Jew who
lost his beliefs; after the war he left for Israel, but has kept coming back ever
since it [visiting Czechoslovakia] was made possible). He became my leader and
we were a trio. Me as a Czech Jew and a communist, Avi Fischer as a Zionist,
and Sonnenberg, a German “vorarbeiter”70. They wanted to prosecute him
[Sonnenberg] after the war. Of course, I gave him a positive reference. All three
of us survived. In the trio we did not do too much. Firstly and foremost we tried
to get our hands on matches or anything that could set ablaze the straw mattresses.
Secondly we needed to learn how to get water. The plan was simple: to
set ablaze the mattresses and in the ensuing chaos to try for the watchtowers.
Some would succeed and they would incapacitate the machine guns, then we
would climb over the wires and try to join the partisans. From today’s vantagepoint,
it is all laughable.
For instance, I should not have had any contact with leading persons [of
the clandestine resistance] like Hugo Lengsfeld, Růžena Lauscherová, or Egon
Fried. But I knew them, was quite close to them, and so got all my information
from them. Their take on it was that only one percent might survive, but that it
was still better than going to slaughter like sheep. It was all so naive. Lengsfeld
told me that we had one or two revolvers, but I took it with a big grain of salt.
I am grateful to Karel Rosen (Roden), who recently published a book where he
described it. He claims that it was he who brought in the arms because he was
allowed to move outside the camp with the “rollwagen”71 (he fetched banda70
71 roll car
ges etc.). I did not know him from the camp and so it was such an unexpected
validation of my recollections. Lengsfeld told me then more important things,
not to be known by anybody else. For instance, that it was clear that after a half
a year or so in the family camp we all would go to the gas chambers. We wanted
the whole camp to mutiny, including Auschwitz 1. We were to start it. But the
resistance leaders from A1 let us know that it would be pointless. That for us
they would not risk the ninety-percent mortality of all prisoners. The mutiny
would end up in a massacre and nobody would survive. They had news that the
end of the war was near and that the chances of surviving to the end of the
war were better in the camp than by organizing any resistance. This is a point
of contention among us to this day. I had an article published in the magazine
Osvětim72 only after a big fight; for a long time they refused to put it in print.
An Austrian writer and an expert, Langbaum, wrote about it in his book Wie
die Schafen (Like the Sheep) and he wrote off the resistance we were preparing
in B2b in one sentence as totally insignificant.
Now we can return to the map. We were to reach the partisans using
a map to be provided by Lengsfeld. The map from Lengsfeld was given to Avi
Fischer to draw some copies (I learned that just before his death). Allegedly it
was a map obtained from the SS command (some SS then were also helping; it
was no longer just like “a single man”73). But it is possible that it was the map
I exchanged with the Pole through the wires. Of course I had no use for it, so
I gave it to Lengsfeld. I have been wondering to this day whether it was that
The whole story has a tragicomic ending. The Polish guy later called me
to the wire fence again and asked me to return all the stuff he had given me,
because the marks were counterfeit. I answered that it was not possible as the
bread had been eaten a long time ago and the cigarettes had all been smoked.
Even if I cut myself into little pieces, I could not return it. He threatened to get
me killed, that he could arrange it as he had contacts in our camp. I told him
that the only thing I could return was the map. His response was that I could
keep it, as it was as false as the marks I gave him. In the end, some reliable SS
from the command swore that indeed we were going for forced labor in Germany
and not to the gas chambers, so the whole mutiny was called off. We
knew that, even with the gas chambers, there would be more survivors than the
72 the Czech name for Auschwitz
73 a reference to a slogan proclaiming all SS to act as a single man
one percent we estimated going against the machine guns. Indeed, we went to
a forced labor camp.
How was it possible to transmit information between Auschwitz 1 and
Birkenau, when the camps had separate supplying?
That’s true, but there were individuals moving between both camps. For
instance, the aforementioned Rosen (Roden), even had a horse and a wagon.
He ferried garbage from the medical ward (one hesitates to use the term hospital).
In addition, Ota Kraus (he disappeared as an old man, simply vanished)
and Erik Kulka, who had a maintenance workshop. These people could move
between the camps (either alone or under the escort of the SS) and had opportunities
to carry over some information. But how many? I could not tell you.
But I reckon there were more of them. From our camp it could be at best our
“lagerälteste.” After all it might have even been the SS. In particular, the
Waffen-SS,74 like for instance this Romanian who helped Lederer to escape.
I remember one who attended the “Appell.” He kept enticing some guy named
Mautner, who was tall and looked good, to escape. But it looked like a trap.
The coming of the end of the war took horribly long for us. The Germans
fought to the very last day. Thankfully, towards the end they were replenishing
the SS not only with hardcore Reich Nazi believers, but also through conscription
of the so-called Volksdeutsche from all over the Europe (ethnic Germans
living for generations in other countries). So among the SS were even some
innocent conscripts not of their own will. There were very few, but they were
not hardcore Nazis and on occasion were willing to help. I encountered such
especially later in Schwarzheide75.
When you mentioned the escapes, what was the attitude of the fellow prisoners?
Every escape was sure to bring in repressive measures.
In simple terms, the attitude was overwhelmingly positive, as we all were sure
to perish. Everybody was wishing for them to succeed, for there were many
escapes and they all ended badly. There was always repercussion and torture.
Yet, despite it, we always felt for the ones brought back. It was the same in all
the other camps.
When they apprehended somebody, an emergency “Appell” was put in
place or some similar measure. When somebody escaped from B2b, they might
74 Waffen-SS was a group of combat units composed of volunteer troops
75 a labor camp in a town north of Dresden in the direction of Berlin
select every tenth person to go to the gas chamber. We were told that, over
there, they were leading the ones “who thought they might escape from here.”
We told ourselves, “What a pity, guys, that you did not succeed.” I remember
that a lot of Russian POW’s tried to escape. I recall that especially from
Schwarzheide. They knew if they were not beaten or starved to death by the
Germans, after their return they would be destroyed by Stalin. So they tried to
get to the partisans. There were lots of them; uncountably many who escaped
and were caught and killed.
How were the selections executed?
Ours was the only transport that did not undergo selection right at the ramp on
its arrival. We all walked to camp B2b. That was probably the reason behind
the speculation that it would be some kind of a “show-off family camp.” When
our half was being readied for forced labor, then a selection took place. It was
horrible; I still remember a lot of images. For example, a Czech teacher Lederer.
He was told not to mention during the selection that he was a teacher. He
replied that he had been a Czech teacher all his life and that he would die as
a Czech teacher.
Mengele asked, “beruf?”76, the teacher answered “lehrer,”77 and Mengele
sent him “by the chimney.” Let me explain the term “by the chimney.” The
selections took place in the “kinderblock,” as it was easy to vacate. We were
coming from one side and the ones who were sent behind Mengele were saved.
The ones who were sent to the end of the “kinderblock” with the chimney later
went really “through the chimney.” One could already guess from the composition
of the groups, which one was to go to the gas chamber and which one
had a chance to go for forced labor (in case it was supposed to go for the forced
labor at all; we could not know). After that, our group was washed and “Lysolised”
(they disinfected our privates and armpits, we had no hair; they simply
slapped us with a rag soaked in Lysol). It was in June 1944, just before the
During the selection we were allowed to keep just a belt. In the belt I hid
my fountain pen, and under my tongue a golden ring I obtained somehow. I still
had some bread and the 200 cigarettes. I had a white blazer jacket (I kept it for
quite a while). One line went for the Lysol disinfecting and the other went back.
76 trade or occupation
77 teacher
78 the 1944 Allied invasion in Normandy
Between the two lines stood an SS. I look like a hero now, and today, I cannot
even imagine that I was brave enough to do it; I skipped between the two lines
and managed to smuggle through all that stuff. I say if I had to do something
like that during a time of peace, when one values his life somehow more, I could
not do it. The cigarettes helped a lot during the transport.
After the selection we walked towards the gas chambers. In my row was
one of the organizers of the clandestine movement, Egon Fries (later on to
become an editor of Rudé právo79). We were not allowed to speak, but we somehow
learned to speak through clenched teeth, one did not need to open one’s
mouth to speak. We were saying that the SS guy lied to us and were discussing
whether we could do anything at that point. Then we noticed that the front of
the column was turning around the chimneys towards the ramp. We fell silent
with relief as we realized that we were indeed going to a forced labor camp
rather than to the gas chamber. I have to admit one horrible aspect. We did not
think at all what would be happening to all those old men, women, and children;
they would most likely go to the gas chambers. We did not think that way.
We were just thinking of whether we were going to the forced labor camp or to
the gas chambers.
How did it go during the transport?
On the ramp they herded us to the cattle-boxes; we got one bucket of drinking
water and one for the other use. We were assigned two SS to guard us: old
men, clearly conscripted Volksdeutsche. They close the door but left it ajar and
sat there with their feet dangling out. I told Sonnenberg about the two hundred
cigarettes I had. All heard it and insisted that he should, as a German speaking
“vorarbeiter” (and thus knowing how to handle the SS), give them [the SS]
one hundred, and he did. They in return allowed us to keep the door open more
widely and to go out to empty our bucket and bring in water, which helped
us a lot (they even once brought the water themselves). It was another reason
I vouched for Sonnenberg after the war.
We might have been the only car that went through the trip to Schwarzheide
without a problem. For some it was hell. We arrived on July 5, 1944, and
the SS were all of a sudden like different people. They did not know how to
treat us. Soon, news spread that the invasion had taken place. We all reckoned
a few days before we would be liberated. But it took almost a year.
79 the newspaper of the communist party and the official newspaper of the regime
What was your first impression of the new place after you came from
A big relief. As it turned out later, it was quite false. We saw that we were in
a factory, that there were people around us, so probably we were brought here
for forced labor. We simply thought we were saved. As it turned out, life would
be much more complicated. The SS quickly regained their composure and were
the same as before. And we had to face a new danger, the aerial bombing raids.
The raids were really bad. However, the initial impression was really one of
great relief, feeling that I had survived it. Especially the first few days when the
SS did not beat us. It took them about three days to recover and to realize that
the invasion would not go so fast.
What did Schwarzheide look like?
It was a small rather unknown camp north of Dresden in the direction of Berlin
in the region of the former Sorbia (originally Schwarze Pumpe). We were about
a thousand young men and about four hundred survived. Towards the end of the
war, five hundred or so prisoners were added, but already they were not Jewish.
Some Jews were among them, but just a few from France and the Netherlands,
so during the liberation the camp was not purely Jewish any longer.
In Schwarzheide, there was a large gasoline plant. Until this very day,
the chemical company BSAF is located there. During the war the company
was called IG Farben and it produced Cyklon B.80 In the plant, brown coal81
was used to produce synthetic gasoline. There was a highway to the plant and
around it several camps: “Ostlager” (for the Eastern front), next to it our camp,
and an SS camp. Somewhere near there must have been a camp for Western
prisoners, since they used cars. The American prisoners, I must admit, treated
us quite with contempt. They laughed at us, but sometimes they threw us some
cigarettes. They were probably getting them from the Red Cross.
Compared to Auschwitz, the camps here were lightly guarded. There was
the usual double barbed wire but without electricity and towers with machine
guns. The guards had a bomb shelter for only a single person, only for the one
who was on duty, to make sure we were not using the bombing raid to escape
(so-called “einmannbunker”). We got new green-and-white striped prison outfits
and it was virtually impossible to escape in them. When we got to know the
80 Cyclone B, the gas used for killing in the gas chambers
81 very low quality coal
Germans around (the civilians we came in contact with), we knew they would
report us immediately. There was nowhere to escape.
What work did you do there?
Our task was to repair damages after air raids. We ferried away the wreckage
and debris, defused bombs, built shelters. When the allies hit a plant, we had to
put out the flames in a very primitive way. For instance, we had to disconnect
flaming cars full of oil, to prevent them from igniting the rest. There I met the
only brave SS during the whole war. He ran among the cars and with his gun
prodded us to separate them. Though SS, surprisingly, he was there among the
flaming wreckage with us. On the other hand I met several SS who, pardon my
language, shat their pants during an air raid. In general, during air raids they
were rather cowardly. Well, that was our work.
There I met for the first time German workers. Some of them tried to
help; they slipped us a piece of bread or a letter or such. Some paid for it when
they were apprehended. Often, though, they just baited us. It happened to me
directly in the town of Schwarzheide where we were removing wreckage and
bomb craters. We found some prepared sandwiches. When the SS found us
there, they beat almost to death everyone they found with a piece of bread in
hand. It may be that somebody prepared it with good intentions, but somebody
had to report it. I do not know.
Since there were no children, I worked normally with all the other prisoners.
We were divided into various “arbeitskomands”82 and assigned concrete
tasks. In every “komand”83 it was different. There were what we called “cooking
komands” where they “cooked”84 and then so-called “universities.” I always
tried not to get into a “cooking komand.” I’ll explain. We were constantly hungry.
Most of the guys used any opportunity to talk, to talk about food. How to
cook this, someone what ate that was good and when, and so on. For me, it was
torture, and that’s why I always tried to get to a “university.” When an explosion
demolished something, we were there to pick up the unbroken bricks. We
stood in a bucket-brigade-like line within hearing distance. As we were passing
the bricks along, we chatted and lectured about all kind of things. I lectured
on the history of Czech literature. I recall some Czech Jew named Stránský (he
did not survive) and he lectured in a very captivating way about the history of
82 work groups
83 group
84 talked about food all the time
music. He could even prelude a bit. Quietly, but still. As I say, it was easier to
forget the hunger in a “komand” where the “university” took place rather than
in the “komand” where “cooking” was the topic.
How did the Germans treat you?
There already were SS who openly indicated they were fed up with it [the war].
Especially among the conscripted Volksdeutsche. I personally witnessed some.
One such was guarding us in an open space during a wreckage cleanup from an
air raid he told us we could hide, that he would guard us (in a different meaning
of the word than he was supposed to). Of course, when a higher rank SS or
foreman walked by, he drove us very hard. He beat us when he had to, but was
careful not to knock out any teeth.
I had several other interesting encounters when I was lightly injured and
had to stay in the camp for a week or so. Instead of work, I had to go to the SS
camp. Once an SS asked me to split wood and then, when I went to return the
ax and knocked on his door, he was asleep and did not answer. I entered and he
exploded, screaming at me that I had no right to enter without knocking. I defended
myself that I had knocked. So I was claiming that he was lying? Well,
I got beaten up twice. Once for not knocking on the door and once for accusing
him of lying.
The most feared SS called “Rákoska”85 had a bicycle. Apart from other
trades, I was a certified mechanic from Mýto (when I was banned from studying
in Brno, I went into apprenticeship there). “Rákoska” brought his bike
because it was not working right. I had to disassemble the bike to find the problem.
When he saw it, he exclaimed I could never put it back together and that
he would shoot me dead. I was able to fix it and so he ordered me to give it a try.
I was afraid I would get shot for riding a bike belonging to an SS. He said he
would not shoot me. So I had to ride around the yard about four times. He was
very happy. Not only he did not shoot me; he gave me four mess tins of food
and escorted me to our camp to prevent other SS from killing me for stealing.
In the camp I was with Karel Fischer (we had a commune together), so I split it
with him and we both stuffed our bellies.
The most interesting event took place one day when I was sweeping and
saw a coffeecake on a windowsill. I immediately fancied the cake. In the window
an SS guy showed up and he beckoned me to taste it. I did not trust him;
85 a Czech word meaning “whip”
he would either beat me or shoot me. But he insisted that nothing would happen
to me. He even invited me inside! When inside, I pretended to sweep. He
confided in me saying that he was a conscripted Yugoslavian, a Volksdeutsche,
and that he had a son of my age. He asked me what I needed. I urgently needed
a needle and thread, because it was the worst when during an air raid something
got torn; we could not mend anything. We were forbidden to have stuff
like needles under punishment of death by shooting. He gave me about three
needles wrapped in a thread.
Such humorous and positive events, though, cannot overshadow the horror
of life in the camp. For instance, “Rákoska” what a person, I do not know
how many people he killed with his own hands. But when he saw the bike fixed
by me and he tried it and it worked, he became like a small child. He forgot that
I was a Jewish swine (“judeschwein“) and he richly rewarded me. Apparently
he was taken prisoner when the Russians showed up.
You mentioned a commune with somebody. Did any clandestine organization,
party, or resistance form in Schwarzheide?
I am not aware whether resistance preparations continued there, I did not
encounter any. Then the end of war was really approaching. The [Communist]
party was quite active there. However, I was expelled from the party. It happened
during an inspection. The SS learned that, despite all effort, I had managed
to smuggle in some gold. As I already mentioned, I brought from Birkenau
a fountain pen, some cigarettes, an a gold ring under my tongue. When they
went around with a collection box, I gave them the ring and the pen. The
kitchen commander gave me a large pot of potatoes. I split it with my friend
Karel (he now lives in Germany). The party decided that I violated the party
moral, that I was involved in business with the SS; I should have thrown it
away rather than give it to the SS. So I was expelled from the party during the
war. I do not accept it, and am sure that my decision then was correct. Hugo
Lengsfeld-Lenek, who after the war apologized to me, expelled me. This was
the end of my contact with party life in the camp. I think that the organization,
the National Front, was kept up, but no resistance was in preparation. There
was no time.
How did you withstand the air raids?
The factory was raided daily; production was virtually halted. In the building
where the brown coal was distilled, there were these tall smokestacks. The
moment they started to belch smoke, the Allies noticed and the raid started
shortly thereafter. First a fighter plane showed up, outlined the area [of the factory]
with a smoke barrier, and then the bombers came. The “divers,”86 though,
were not too precise, so every once in a while some of the nearby camps were hit.
During one of the largest raids, the Russian POW camp was hit. I got hit –
both legs, when we were removing the wreckage. An SS then pointed a rifle at
me: “Get up immediately or I’ll shoot you.” I have no idea how I managed, but,
with my last remnants of strength, I got up and ran the two hundred meters
to the camp. At the time, I had the feeling that I was running “home.” There
[at the camp] I collapsed and was not able to move my legs at all; they had to
carry me to the sick bay. Until this day, no doctor was able to explain it to me
how it was possible. I had shrapnel in both my knees, yet I managed to run the
distance. A doctor named Sachs (he also survived; after the war changed his
name to Sever) carried me on his back to the bunker, where I underwent surgery
without any anesthetic. In the bunker, Kurt Frankfurter was next to me.
He was the cook with whom we had developed rapport in Theresienstadt. He
lost his arm in the raid. In Sachsenhausen,87 where we were shipped later on,
a short time after the liberation, I got him some cigarettes and he soon died of
his injury, knowing, however, that the war had ended.
Could you protect yourself in any way during the raids?
We had several primitive bunkers that could protect us at best from flying
shrapnel. Just holes in the ground covered by boards and dirt. Sometimes we
were not even allowed to hide there and were ordered to stay in the barracks.
Through them [the barracks], shrapnel cut like a knife through warm butter.
Many of us perished there this way. Although we were happy that the raids were
happening at all – as they signaled the end of the war – we were bitter that they
[the Allied bombers] did not aim better. For example, one carpet raid88 went
completely astray. One half went into the woods, the other into the grasslands.
The raid was perfect, however, one crater next to another. But there were many
unexploded bombs; of course, we were forced to search for them. We had to
86 diving bombers
87 Sachsenhausen was a concentration camp in Germany, operating between 1936 and 1945. From
1936 to 1945 it was run by the National Socialist (Nazi) regime in Germany as a camp for mainly
political prisoners; from 1945 to spring of 1950 it was run by the Stalinist Soviet occupying forces as
“Special Camp No. 7” for mainly political prisoners.
88 the phrase “carpet bombing” refers to the use of large numbers of unguided gravity bombs,
often with a high proportion of incendiary bombs, to attempt a complete destruction of a target.
pull them out and the SS explosive experts took them somewhere for defusing.
If that raid had managed to hit the plant, there would be nothing left at all.
What kind of regime was there?
As I said, there were a thousand of us and about half did not survive the labor,
raids, and the malnutrition. Then they [the Germans] added more prisoners.
The food was after all a tinge better than in Auschwitz, yet the work was much
more demanding: removing wreckage, filling holes and craters, and so on. In
the morning we got a coffee substitute. As laborers, at around 10 o’clock in the
morning we got an additional “snack”: a very tiny slice of bread with artificial
honey or “schmierwurst,” an artificial sausage. At noon, usually it was the
“eintopf.” Sometimes, the work was not too hard and was quite easy to withstand,
but, at other times, it was very demanding and dangerous.
Until when did you stay there [Schwarzheide]?
We remained there until the end of the war. It was then that the so-called
“death march”89 to Sachsenhausen took place, since Schwarzheide was an
“ausslager” (outer camp) of Sachsenhausen. I did not have to walk as I was so
badly wounded. Instead, the whole sick bay was loaded into two buses and we
were driven to Sachsenhausen, where we had to wait and survive for another
two weeks. Just before the liberation of the camp [Sachsenhausen], another
“death march” had left. I of course presumed that I would go, but Zdeněk Eliáš
talked me out of it. He was a Communist, after February ’48,90 he emigrated
and became a high-ranking official at Radio Free Europe. Interestingly, we
were together in the same Communist cell in Theresienstadt, but later on he
did not believe me, he could not recall. He even forgot that he had written two
rather successful dramas with Jirka Stein, Dým domova91 and Skleněná hora.92
He [Eliáš] told me: “Are you nuts, you moron, it [the march] will be painful and
they will shoot you in the end anyway because you will not be able to bear it.
Come on, we will stay here, will have a good night sleep – and then they will
shoot us.” I conceded, and, well, we both survived.
When we were driven by bus from Schwarzheide [to Sachsenhausen],
our Dutch driver (an enormously courageous chap) took us through Berlin
89 the death marches refer to the forcible movement on foot of thousands of prisoners, mostly
Jews, from German concentration camps near the war front to camps inside Germany.
90 refers to February1948 Communist takeover of Czechoslovakia
91 The smoke of home
92 A glass mountain
under aerial bombing. There was unbelievable chaos; some were running in
one direction, and others in the opposite direction, civilians and solders alike.
All in the midst of wreckage and bombing. The solders were retreating, but
refused to capitulate so as to save two or three extra days of Hitler’s life. All
of a sudden, a Wehrmacht93 officer halted us and wanted to confiscate the bus
for the retreating army. He bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Alles raus!”94 but
our driver calmly responded, “But all aboard here are Jews.” The officer clearly
could not imagine embarking on a bus that previously ferried “mangy, scruffy
Jews.” Thus, with relatively few problems, we got through Berlin, and those
[the retreating] solders probably remained there.
When we arrived at Sachsenhausen, they forced us to stand on a little
patch of ground. It was just next to a gas chamber, as we later learned. We
stood there not knowing why. Finally, an SS came and exclaimed, “Los, los! Da
ist kein gas mehr!”95 The whole sick bay was to be gassed, but they ran out of
gas! What luck! We were very likely the first batch from the “ausslagers” that
was not gassed. They let us freely disperse throughout the camp. That was yet
another moment when I was indeed very close to death.
For about the next three days, we had nothing to eat and nowhere to
sleep. The camp was overcrowded and the prisoners treated each other like
dogs. They would not let me lie down anywhere under a roof. I crept into the
Czech barracks and begged for at least some potato peels. They threw me out.
People like me feeding on potato peels brought in typhus, and I should not
even dare to show up again, I was told. It was horrible, but everybody saw it
from his own perspective then. At the end, we managed to squeeze in somewhere.
After a few days, I was awakened by the bell from the “Appellplatz”96 early
in the morning. So I hobbled along to find out what was happening. I wore
a woman’s nightgown – in the camp we were issued whatever. At the gate stood
two Russians. I could not believe my eyes; I just stood there and stared at them.
Then I tried to speak to them in Russian (I learned some in the camp from
a Ukrainian inmate). One of them bestowed upon me a watch, some chocolate,
American cigarettes, and an overcoat. I wore it [the coat] long after the liberation.
I decided to pass the cigarettes on to the cook Kurt Frankfurter. And he,
93 the regular German army
94 Everybody out
95 Get lost, go, we have no more gas
96 the grounds where roll call was taking place
m a t e r i a l s
quite happy because they were “Ameriky,”97 smoked two of them and passed
For you, was this the moment of liberation?
Yes. These solders, as I found out later, were a Russian reconnaissance unit.
They concluded that there were no SS and so they just left. They even closed
the gate after leaving. A day later, Sachsenhausen was liberated by the Polish
army. But for me, the moment of liberation was when I, dressed in a woman’s
nightgown, met the Russian patrol which bestowed me with so many gifts.
How did the liberation proceed?
Around the camp were the SS barracks. You cannot imagine what was stored
there. A whole city could live off of it. There were tin cans, preserves, suitcases,
an unbelievable amount of food, and all kinds of other things. In Sachsenhausen,
the last few days before the SS left, there was overwhelming hunger.
When we could finally go into the SS camps, quite a few people died from simply
overeating. One should not eat a full tin of sausages, let alone of lard [when
near starvation]. Then people were suffered in real agony.
I was lucky to realize that I should not eat it. The first few days I only ate
potatoes, and later, rabbit. The SS kept Angora rabbits. I knew how to tend animals
as I took care of them at home before the war, when my mother was sick,
so I knew how to kill a rabbit and how to skin it, but I did not know how to cook
it. So my friends always sent me to fetch the rabbits and the Dutch guys then
roasted them. Admirably, the Dutch got organized rather quickly; they took
care of the camp kitchen and so on.
I recall that nearby stood a little house. We ran out of spices, so I was sent
to beg for some, for I knew some German. Well, I prepared a rabbit and then
entered the house. When the Germans who lived there saw me, they started
to scream in panic that they had not ever killed anybody and that they were
not Fascists. I was surprised by their panic. Even though throughout the whole
war I kept imagining that if I survived I would kill the first German I would see,
I was not thinking of killing these people at all. Then I realized that I was standing
there holding in my hand a bloody ax I used to slaughter the rabbit. Well,
we talked it over, I put the ax aside and got the spices. It was kind of a funny
moment at the end of the war.
97 American-made cigarettes
Photo No. 3: Leter of Jiří Fran ěk to relatives from the concentration camp
shortly after liberation . Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková.

How did the solders treat you?
When I look back at my time after the liberation of Sachsenhausen, I am surprised
how uncritical we were of the Russians. We had no idea what they were
really about. I did have several events with them. For example, from the SS
warehouse we found a few radio sets which let us listen to news from home, but
a Ukrainian solder wanted to confiscate them. Luckily, the camp commander,
a major, a female, a medical doctor, and by a coincidence, a Jew, prevented it.
She insisted that it was not proper to take anything away from prisoners. There
was really a lot of stuff, but we prisoners were allowed to take home only very
little. Some of the stuff was of course sold on the black market.
After all, the so-called German economic miracle after the war had partly
been built on the enormous amount of stolen stuff hidden in such SS barracks
scattered all over the Germany. They were gigantic army warehouses. If all of
them were as full as the one in Sachsenhausen, it was enough for Germans to
live off until the time the Americans started to feed them. They were helped
both by the stolen gold in Switzerland and by the Marshall Plan.98
A second interesting moment came when the Russians started to take the
census. It was very interesting. They asked us for documents, but, of course,
we had none. That piece of paper from them [the Russians] was in fact our first
piece of documentation in many years. New documents were issued to me only
after I got to Prague. Among other questions, they inquired about our nationality.
When one said “Czech,” they wrote down “Czech.” For example, one
could say that he was Tonda Nováček from Prostějov, Czech. They would give
him a look, and if he had slightly curly hair and a hooked nose they put down
“Jevrej”99 without any recourse. On the one hand they simply considered Jews
a nationality, and on the other hand for many Jews, myself included, who proclaimed
themselves Czech, they put down “Czech.” We had no inkling at that
time how anti-Semitic they [the Russians] would turn out to be.
I started to learn Russian immediately. I had somehow already started
in Theresienstadt. My teacher there was some Eng. Kondratěnko. Of course,
as a Ukrainian, he was teaching me Ukrainian and not Russian. I only found
out [that it was Ukranian] later at the university when I started to study Russian
properly. After some time, buses arrived for us. One of them was driven
98 The Marshall Plan was the primary plan of the United States for rebuilding and creating a stronger
foundation for the allied countries of Europe, and repelling communism after World War II. The
initiative was named after Secretary of State George Marshall.
99 “Jewish” in Russian
by a well-known pre-war Czech car racer, Turek. I got all the way to Prague
with him. In Prague I was supposed to go into quarantine, but I avoided it.
I went on to live with my uncle who, as a so-call “arischversippt” (married to
a non‑Jewish
Aryan), was saved from going to the camp.
If we can return to Sachsenhausen for a moment, I would be interested in
whether you noticed any differences between the behavior of the Polish
army that liberated you and the Russian army that later administered the
camp. When did the actual army change take place?
I am really unable to answer; I frankly do not know. In simple terms, first Sachsenhausen
was occupied by the Polish; maybe it was a regiment or so. Then
they left and some time after the Russians came. I think that the Sachsenhausen
Institute could give you some answers. They have a similar institute
there to ours in Theresienstadt.
When did you leave the place [Sachsenhausen]?
We stayed there from April to June and then the buses came. I got to Prague on
June 21, 1945. I can remember that much, but for any additional details, I would
have to do some searching. Czech buses came to pick up the Czech prisoners.
The whole convoy took several trips. I was not in the first load; we could not all
fit. Some decided to go home on their own; some of them managed to get there,
but many perished. It was not safe. There were still a lot of solders wandering
around. I have always been of the opinion that it was unnecessary – one could
wait for a bit longer.
You mention radio sets that you had. Did you catch the Prague radio
broadcasting for help?100 What did you think about it?
Yes, we caught it. It did not arouse any particular sympathy in us, for we had
been calling for help all the time. We knew that there was some fighting and
that the Russians were close and the Americans even closer. It did not occur to
us that they [the Americans] would be stopped near Plzeň.101 We were glad that
there was fighting; it meant that the war would be soon over. I remember discussing
it with Zdeněk Eliáš. We did not think too much about the bombing in
Prague; it lasted for just four days. We were used to it; we were under bombing
100 during the Prague uprising against the Nazis in May 1945, just at the end of the war
101 a city in Western Bohemia, about 40 km from the western border, and about 50 km west of
Prague, where the American army stopped advancing
all the time. When I got to Prague, my uncle told me all about it and it was for
the first time I realized how afraid they were during that time. We condemned
it [the bombing] by saying, “Look at those German swines, they shoot people
in Prague even on the last day of war.”
When still in Sachsenhausen, we experienced the heated Battle of Berlin.
At most a single grenade hit us, if any. The Russians and the Polish were quite
careful about it. The Dutch, organized as always, spread a huge white sheet
with a red cross across the whole “Appellplatz.” Where and how they managed
to get it [the sheet], is a mystery to me. But they managed to pull it off.
How was your return to Prague?
When we arrived, Mr. Turek or some other driver sent us for a medical exam.
We stopped at Opletalova Street where we were told to stay in quarantine so as
to check whether we had any infectious diseases. I underwent an examination
and I was issued a slip of paper indicating that I was a so-called “returnee.”
I still keep it. Because we were not guarded, I decided to slip out [of the quarantine]
and to go to my uncle’s [place].
I had a small suitcase, small enough that I could carry it even with my
badly injured legs. I knew my way around Prague, so I took a streetcar and
went to see my uncle. He could not believe his eyes; he had information that
nobody from his family had survived. They had just had a small baby, so they
were afraid I might infect him. I had to leave all my clothes on the balcony and
went directly to the bathtub. Only after that did they feed me, but at that point
I was not very hungry. Otherwise they treated me nicely. I stayed with them
until I met my future wife.
What was your health condition when you returned?
My “behind,” that I had operated on in Theresienstadt, was almost healed.
During a particular air raid in Schwarzheide, my wound there reopened. On
my right leg, close to my foot, I had a large boil, and both my knees were shredded
by shrapnel. So I had four open wounds on my legs. I walked ver poorly,
but otherwise I was physically quite okay. I was checked privately by Dr. Jerié,
a family friend. I can recall it as if it were yesterday. He said that I had survived
the horror remarkably well. I felt great. I was in Prague and quite euphoric.
Later on in Mýto, when a friend returned to me my bicycle, which I had
hidden with him, I met Mr. Nekvinda. He remarked that we must have had
it really good in the camps because I was so chubby. It made me mad that he
thought so, but I was not able to explain it to him. We were extremely undernourished
in the camps. Though after liberation I really restrained myself from
eating too much, I was gaining weight. In fact too quickly, as it was mostly liquid.
I was all swollen and puffed, which is quite dangerous for the heart.
Let us go back to Prague. Your first steps were to your uncle’s?
Yes. They welcomed me nicely. They were quite happy; they already knew that
nobody else from our family had returned. But they were very afraid of infectious
diseases as my cousin Ivan was just two years old. I stayed with them, but
after a month or so I started to look into what had happened with my apartment
and house in Mýto. Soon after I left them. I also started to look into the
possibility of university studies and how to get admitted.
You mentioned documents. what kind and where did you obtain them?
I buried them in Mýto under a chimney. That was one of the first things I did.
I hid my grandfather’s watch (I already passed it on to my son), my birth certificate,
my mother’s birth certificate and “domovský list.”102 It was a real advantage
to have all those documents; the bureaucracy was really horribly slow at
the time.
Did you get any help; for example, were any meals arranged for you?
I would not know, as I said I was living with my uncle. However, the others
had some places to go for meals. I did not really need any help. I had my uncle
and more importantly my “Aryan” aunt (his wife), who had sent parcels to me
in the camps. She probably helped save my life. In Schwarzheide she sent me
socks I had asked for. They were thigh high, more like stockings, so I could stay
warm. I wore them during the air raid when I was wounded and the doctor told
me that they had clogged my wounds like tampons, preventing me from bleeding
to death.
I stayed at my uncle’s until I moved to a student dormitory. They [my uncle
and aunt] did not try to push me out; it was more me trying to stand up on my
own legs. I did not stay for too long in the dorm, as my future wife had a bachelor
apartment that her father, a prisoner in Buchenwald,103 had been given. My
uncle was not too happy about it; he thought I was not mature enough to get
102 a certificate to which town or village one belonged by birth
103 Buchenwald was one of the largest concentration camps on German soil, primarily for forced
married. I was twenty-four years old at the time. It was just before the elections
in 1946. My son was born in December 1947, right after the wedding.
Ninety percent of survival was a matter of luck and chance. When you
were shoved in the gas chamber, you could be the smartest and the bravest in
the whole world, but it would not help you. It seems to me that it also depended
heavily on whether you preferred “cooking” or the “university.”104 It was also
significant that as a “Betreuer” I had to work with my head all the time. There
were very few “Betreuers,” but about eighty percent survived; not just by being
able to avoid heavy labor, but also by working mentally quite intensively.
Did any of your other relatives survive?
I have a few really nasty recollections from my return, but the positive ones
outweigh the negative. I am in a constant debate with my friends, who paint
our return as tragedy. I experienced as well that many people did not return my
stuff to me. Sometimes these are humorous stories, in other cases more tragic.
I think it was the studying at the university, and the leftist circles I moved
around in, that made me view my return rather positively.
A lot of our stuff was hidden and I got back quite a lot. The clothes were
too big for me, most of them from my dad. Our neighbor in Mýto was a local
postman, quite a poor guy. We hid a whole box of shoes with him. After the war
he came to me and returned them with apologies for using one pair until they
fell apart, for he could not afford his own.
I feel compelled to mention again the fiction of the culture in Theresienstadt.
It really is dangerous if one paints the camp quite positively and pays
too much attention to the cultural life. Yes, there was cultural life in Theresienstadt,
but we must not forget that it was all built “on a pile of manure.” It was
already rather bad there. On the other hand, the people who returned, especially
the Jews, expected a warm welcome and it was not like that, so they then
viewed their return quite negatively. I should not generalize my personal experience,
but my discussions with Jews from Eastern Bohemia (who were generally
very Czech-oriented) led me to believe that the majority of them perceived
their return positively. For Prague and in particular for Brno, it would probably
not hold true.
Of the entire family, my mother’s uncle and I were the only ones who
returned from the camp. His was a strange case; he was an engineer by educa104
a reference to “cooking” and “university” “komands” discussed above
tion, but he had a little farm where he tended to his farming. We did not have
extensive contact, but we had a very friendly relationship. I still meet with his
niece Hanka. I knew that the family perished. I had learned in Auschwitz how
my brother had died; he died of pneumonia soon after he passed the selection.
There was no doubt about my mother. As for my little cousin Eva and my aunt,
I already told you. After the war, my great-uncle Pavel, who had lived his whole
life abroad returned and could not comprehend that my aunt, and especially my
cousin Eva, were dead. He constantly insisted that I tell him what happened.
He kept on asking, “But why would they kill them without a reason…?” And
I had to keep explaining it him. I was not in a state of shock upon my return;
I was rather blunted.
How did your return to Mýto proceed?
From Prague I already tried to find out if I would get my house back. We had
a one-story house where during the protectorate we were left in the smallest
apartment. There was this large wing at the far end of the house where we used
to play as kids. During the war, a German woman, Mrs. Drimmel, confiscated
the house. We didn’t have any issues with her and she let us live in the smallest
apartment, which was quite generous of her at the time. We had much bigger
problems with another tenant, Mrs. Nekvinda, a wife of a soldier and a woman
who felt quite German during the war. Supposedly, our mother treated her
badly. So she kept reporting on us to the Gestapo105 and so on.
After the war, the house was taken away from Mrs. Drimmel and was
returned to me. She tried to prove that she was in fact Austrian. It was discovered
that she had put a lean on the house. The tax office wanted thirty thousand
crowns from me, which, for a student with a family, was an unimaginable
amount. I could not explain it to them. The saddest part is, when I later talked
to my friends, I found that many returnees facing a similar situation had their
debt forgiven. In my case it was not forgiven and thus the royalties from our [my
wife’s and my] first Russian translation were completely consumed by it [the
debt]. We even had most of our belongings confiscated by court order. They
almost confiscated my typewriter as well. That kind of garbage. But overall, my
return to Mýto was quite positive. I found my friends. Quite simply, I was back
105 A secret police in Nazi Germany
What did you consider then as most important?
This is a rather hard question. I was a student and studied with a passion,
though not always respecting all the rules. On top of it I had a family; my son
was born in 1947. So I must say that it was the family where I focused my main
attention, and have been doing so ever since. The period after the war was
rather euphoric. I studied with verve, participated in the Boy Scouts again, went
to the movies, theaters, etc. There was no time to think about the war, I had my
whole life ahead of me. The family life was quite an adventure. In a small oneroom
apartment we had a small boy who did not even have proper diapers.
My wife’s father was imprisoned in Buchenwald, together with Filla,106
Peroutka,107 and Čapek.108 He was arrested during “Action Albrecht”109 on September
1, 1939. He was a member of the French Legions,110 an intellectual,
a town mayor. When we met, we understood each other well. Every time we
met we reminisced on (mostly humorous) stories from the camps. We simply
laughed at the camps.
I’d like to make a remark. I kind of classify the people who survived into
three types. The ones who never returned, I mean mentally; they still live there,
they still talk about it to the exclusion of almost anything else. The second
type who do not want to hear anything about it, nothing to learn about it; it is
a chapter they closed for good, which I think will come hurt them later. I consider
myself the happy medium, the third type: we are willing to return to it any
time, talk about it or discuss it, yet we still live here and now… or maybe in the
future as it is getting shorter each day. Hopefully, it is an advantage.
Did ethnic or national differences among the prisoners play any role in the
We had very little contact with other ethnic groups. Some German and Danish
Jews came later to Theresienstadt, but we all lived in separated commu106
A Czech painter
107 A Czech journalist
108 A Czech writer
109 On the commencing day of WWII, the Nazis put in place an action code-named “Albrecht,”
meant to arrest the cultural and political Czechoslovak elite. About two thousand people were arrested
and sent mostly to Dachau and Buchenwald concentration camps.
110 During WWI many Czechs defected from the Austrian army and joined the Allies, forming
Czech army units there. French legions thus consisted of many Czech deserters in France. The legions
were instrumental in securing the independence of the Czechoslovak Republic that was formed at the
end of WWI in 1918.
nities. There was a palpable hatred for German Jews, for we assumed it was
their innate nastiness that made them somehow German. In particular, we did
not like the Sudeten111 Jews. We did not understand that whoever was born
in Sudeten or Germany could not be different or speak differently. But it was
all kind of abstract, as we had very little contact. In Auschwitz, we were completely
isolated. With the Pole, I spoke through the wires. The camp officials
were mostly German criminals, non-Jews. “Lagerälteste” Berkmann was kind
of decent. I myself came in touch with other nationalities probably only in Sachsenhausen.
The Dutch who drove us there and then organized our life there
were not Jewish either.
Did you meet any Orthodox Jews? If so, what was your impression?
My first impression was of course rather negative. I already had that attitude
from home. But as I got to know them better, my opinion of both the religious
and the Zionists changed dramatically. Take for instance Avi Fischer, in Theresienstadt
he was already morphing into a Zionist. On top of it, the Zionists
helped me there a lot. There are among them both decent and indecent people.
The notion of mine that the Czech Jews were the only legitimate ones, and
that the Orthodox Jews and the Zionists were bad, underwent a radical change
there. Fred Hirsch himself was a Zionist, probably rather liberal since he
accepted me. About the other “Betreuers” I have no idea what kind of persuasion
they were. We never got to it; such things were secondary in Auschwitz.
How did you get admitted to university when you did not have the highschool
graduation diploma?
I do not know where to start. I always considered myself a mathematician.
Descriptive geometry and geometry were my favorite subjects. I used them to
boost my average, as I was not very good in languages. It is ironic that I became
a professor of literature. But after all I loved reading books and I even tried
writing poetry.
In the Brno Gymnázium, I had professor Bock for mathematics and all the
technical subjects; a multitalented intellectual, with a love of music and unfortunately
one problem – he was an adamant Zionist. He forced us to study the
Hebrew language even though it was not exactly mandatory. I almost flunked it.
I did not do well at all. To compensate, professor Bock gave me a C [in descrip111
The Jews from the region bordering Germany, the so-called Sudetenland
tive geometry], though I was probably the best in Descriptive Geometry in the
whole oktáva (and since it was a Jewish class, that did mean something!).
In Brno, I became very close to professor Eisinger who directed me
towards Czech literature and poetry. His name became quite well known. Later
on, in Theresienstadt, he became leader of “Heim 1.” In Brno I started to perceive
the Czech language as my future interest. As much as I could, I tried to
address myself to Czech literature. In Auschwitz, I composed poems and created
the aforementioned literary anthology.
As the war progressed, my political orientation swayed more and more to
the left. I began studying Russian in Theresienstadt. It was out of question in
Auschwitz, but I continued again later on in Sachsenhausen. My teacher there
was a Ukrainian, Eng. Kondratěnko. In Schwarzheide, I was already dreaming
about becoming a high-school professor in my hometown and lecturing on
Czech literary classics, a dream which I later realized. I used to put myself to
sleep with these visions. That is why my first priority after the war was to get
to the university.
The moment I could send a letter home,112 I wrote to my uncle asking him
to sign me up at the university for courses in the Czech and Russian languages.
He responded that it had to be done by me personally, and I was, surprisingly,
able to do it. It is unbelievable, but the mail traveled fast then. I signed up for
both Czech and Russian, since I thought that I could speak Russian. Initially,
I requested a combination Czech and geography, but they wrote back that there
was no such combination available. I did not consider signing up for mathematics,
as I was under the impression that with a bad mark in descriptive geometry,
I would not be accepted. Only later in Prague did I learn that it was irrelevant,
but I was already running in a different direction.
The moment I arrived to Prague, I tried to enroll in a special summer semester
that was instituted in order to salvage at least something from the school year.
A professor of French, Kopal, who told me that without a graduation
I could not be admitted, conducted the enrollment selection. He directed me to
the so-called “swindle course” which I took immediately in Vysoké Mýto, at the
local Gymnázium. I spent a very short time there, for I had almost completed
oktáva before the war and the principal Fink was aware of this.
After the course was over, we still did not take the graduation exam, as
I discussed before, and then I received the three graduation diplomas. Now
112 after the liberation
that I was able to show my diploma, I was admitted without delay to the winter
semester at the Faculty of Philosophy at Charles University.113 I was very good
in Czech, however, my Russian was not that great. There was a remedial course
in Russian, but I attended it rarely. I did not have time, but the instructor let me
pass, since I was talked to her about the concentration camps. In reality, I did
not spend too much time on the courses at all. Instead, I immediately took part
in the activities of the “Association of University Students” and spent most of
my time there. I organized student summer camps and such.
Who was at the Faculty of Philosophy at that time?
I remember for example professor Havránek, but mostly professor Bohumil
Mathesius. Though he was branded a Trockyist after the February putsch,114
he was allowed to re-join the party since it was in the party’s interest, as was
the case for many other intellectuals. He had a great deal of influence on me.
When he died, he bequeathed his entire literary estate to me. Later on, I prepared
a collection of his writings, but until this very day I have not found an
interested publisher.
Further, professors Kozák and Kolman. Naturally, Patočka,115 for even
then, his was a big name. I started to frequent his lectures, but I soon realized
that I did not understand their content and slowly phased out my attendance.
I took pedagogy with professor Stejskal. After the February putsch, I could
not understand why he was forced to leave the faculty, along with many others
– so I got into conflict with myself as a Communist. Another leading personality
was Mukařovský. I did not frequent his classes, which backfired on me
later: he did not hire me at the Institute for the Czech Language when I applied
How did you get in touch with the KSČ 116 ?
The Communists acted quite publicly, inviting all people to their meetings, but
I did not attend under the impression of my excommunication in Schwarzheide.
Later the people who excommunicated me apologized. I accepted the apology,
and started to frequent their meetings.
113 the most prestigious university in Czechoslovakia
114 a reference to a February 1948 Communist putsch; being branded a Trockyist was rather dangerous
at those times.
115 a well-known Czech philosopher
116 an acronym for Communist Party of Czechoslovakia
I got into conflict with the party again at the university, when I could not
understand why some excellent professors were forced to leave. Of course, then
came the infamous political monster-trials that shook me up badly. You can
call it fear, but after what I went through during the war, I had no appetite for
undergoing it again. And to quit the party always meant some form of punishment;
for example, I would not be allowed to finish my studies. I could not even
think about it. I had a son and so I stayed in the party until 1968, when I was
“scratched from the party list.”117 My wife on the other hand was expelled.
At the university, did you participate in party life?
Oh yes, it was watched with intensity: whether we wore the lAppell pin,
whether we attend the meetings. It was a dictatorship, and it helped many people
to see it finally for what it was. I participated as minimally as I could. When
I started to work in a publishing house, the [Communist] party [organization]
there had a different flavor and meaning, as it was formed from a select group
of people with some reasonable goals who were not there simply to kick people
around. It was a fantastic collective and we did not double-cross. So I worked in
the [Communist] party there much more intensively and reached my functional
apex: for a year I was the chairman of the company’s party organization. This is
my whole party history.
I was shaken badly by all the political monster-trials that took place across
all the People’s Democracies.118 Propaganda was all we were fed ad absurdum,
but all information was so filtered out that we had no way to obtain objective
facts. I realized that it was not just the Czech Communist party that was dictatorial
– they all were. But revolt was not possible, and so I remained in the
party until they scratched me out. At the end, that is why I lost my job as a university
You have a visible prisoner’s number tattooed on your arm. How did people
around you react to you as a “concentration camp inmate”?
It was a positive attribute. I personally moved among people who approved of it
(for instance SVS, the “swindle course”). Even at the university it gave me some
advantage: Professor Barániová gave me a better mark and then discussed the
camps with me because it interested her. After 1945, there were occasional
117 considered a lighter punishment than being expelled
118 a term Communist countries used at the time to refer to themselves, indicating an imperfect
state before reaching the perfection of Communism.
manifestations of anti-Semitism, but not in any significant way. When I arrived
home to Vysoké Mýto by train, for the first time, some guy at the railway station
uttered to his companion, “They are here again!” It concerned me for sure;
he had to have known me from somewhere. Even the term “Jew” was uttered.
I was glad when the train started to move. I was quite feisty, but I was also
still very weak. The other [anti-Semitic person I met] was a high-school professor
Zima. Before the war he was known as a right-wing anti-Semite. After
the war he started to teach Russian, though he was a professor of German. He
was a member of the committee at City Hall in charge of returning the property
left behind by the Germans. When I asked for the furniture from my parents’
apartment, he said with sarcasm, “We are not like the Germans, we will guard
the property of your parents for them. You will get only the necessities. You do
not need a night stand!” Eventually I got the furniture, against professor Zima’s
wishes. There were other incidents like this.
It took a long time for me to straighten out the relationships with our longtime
servant, Máry. After the war she was convinced that we cheated her of
the bedding she had duly paid for. Eventually, it was revealed that her sister
Růžena, who was supposed to secretly carry it from our place, stole it. Toward
the end, we reconciled and she recalled the beautiful times with us before the
war. We were almost like her children. When she fell sick, my wife tended to
her daily in the hospital until her death. It was incorrect to use the term “servant”
under the Communists as it indicated exploitation. But there were servants
before the war, and some were more like family members.
The “Mister Engineer,”119 who arrived one day with my mother’s debt
note in hand, used to be a real friend of Jews. But he was quite old then and
did not have it all right in his head. Maybe my mother gave it to him to provide
him with some documents for the Germans120 and then he started believing
that the note was real. I did not want to argue with him. He assumed that I had
inherited millions. In spite of the fact that my mother told my brother and me
before her transport that she did not owe anything to anybody, I decided to
She also gave us the names of people she had hidden some stuff with.
There was not too much; we were not rich enough. Eventually, I got most of it
back. Some people didn’t even know that I had survived.
119 a good-manners way to address men in pre-war Czechoslovakia was as Mister followed by a
title, if they had any.
120 so he could not be accused of hiding a Jewish property, for he purchased it, which was OK.
Yes, I did encounter anti-Semitism once in a while, but definitely not in
the amount that it is often portrayed as being, for example, as portrayed in Ve
městě jsou Steinové.121 Around me were mostly left-oriented philo-Semites. The
anti-Semites: Gottwald 122 and his merry band.
You got your Mýto house back. how did this happen?
In 1945, I got it back without any major problems. After the February ’48 putch,
it was confiscated by the Communists. Luckily, I got it back again after 1989,
in restitution. It was appraised for 1 million crowns then, but the house was in
shambles and had to be fixed.123 The repairs were estimated at two million, so
I was forced to sell it. I got very little for it, since the buyer knew I had to sell.
What a pity that I did not sell the house in 1945 when I was offered a million
(in the old currency) by some friends. But my uncle convinced me not to do
it: “Money will lose its value, but a house will always have good value.” Well,
about some other things at least, he may have been right.
Did you contact your home Jewish Community after you returned?
No, I did not. There was nobody left. It used to be in Luže, but only two
Schwarzes returned along with Andula Poláková. It was not enough for a Community.
As for Mýto, from a hundred or so people, my mother’s uncle and
I returned, oh, and maybe Hanka Taussigová. I cannot recall any other name.
There were a few survivors among those “gathered.” I reckon that at best one
out of every ten survived.
How did your friends and acquaintances from before the war embrace you?
I’d say rather positively. I was quite friendly with the Klazarovys, our tenants,
who had a flat just next to ours. I used to listen to the radio at their place during
the war. They warmly embraced my wife when she moved in. The Boy
Scouts welcomed me back rather nicely as well. I cannot recall an old friend or
acquaintance that disappointed me. During a visit of my old friend, I noticed
that I was walking on our carpet, and when I mentioned it, her mother insisted
that she had duly paid my mother for it. Except for professor Zima, I do not
remember any explicit examples of anti-Semitism.
121 The Steins are in Town
122 The chairman of the Communist party and the first Communist president
123 some of the repairs were actually officially mandated
What was your attitude towards Germans after the war?
Horrible. I perceived them as outcasts of humanity. I totally loathed them. I even
forgot the German language, though it was the only foreign language I knew well.
Later on, I had to re-learn it. Of course, it went faster the second time around.
When I started getting invitations to scientific symposia in the GDR.124 I had
to refresh my German. Then I got invited as a visiting professor to the FRG,125
initially only for three months, but I stayed for three years. I returned home in
1970. I realized there that it was much more complicated with the Germans.
I even made some friends there. When I was leaving for Germany, my wife did
not want me to go. She was worried that the SS was still there and that something
might happen to me. In Germany, I hid that I was Jewish. Well, I did not
hide it really, nobody ever asked me about it. I simply did not advertize it. I was
there as a docent126 from Charles University and I wanted to be viewed as such.
At the same time, I realized that there was more anti-Semitism in the Germans
than in the Czechs, at least in my generation. But I also noticed a certain
feeling of guilt [among the Germans]; as a Jew I think I was a bit more sensitive
to it. About three months after I was replaced by my colleague Honzík, I went
to lecture in Bochum and it came out that I was Jewish. He [Honzík] mentioned
it somewhere and when I came back [from Bochum], everybody knew about it.
But I did not experience any anti-Semitism towards myself before or after that
incident, all I noticed was that the comments that “the Jews kind of brought it
on themselves by exploiting the Germans” disappeared. The same people then
asked why I had hidden my Jewish background and then simply tried to butter
me up. I recall one publisher; we had become good friends before he learned
about it. During the war he was a bomber pilot and deeply regretted his bombings.
He was really traumatized by it.
I even made acquaintances with a former SS. Strangely, he loved Russia.
He always stayed with us when he was passing through Prague. He lost his
arm during the battle of Stalingrad and I used to tease him that he was going
there [to Russia] looking for it. I never told him that I was Jewish. He was very
reserved towards Jews. He claimed that they had brought it on themselves by
their behavior. He had not reconciled with his war role either. He actively tried
to atone for what he committed during the war. As a member of the Ostinsti124
German Democratic Republic, the Communist state formed by the Russians in Eastern Germany
125 Federal Republic of Germany, the democratic state formed in the Western Germany
126 an academic rank below full professor (so similar to associate professor, but more demanding to
reach and more prestigious)
tut,127 he actively promoted both Russia and Czechoslovakia, though he was
a committed anti-Communist. I was always bemused by the thought of what he
would do if he learned that I was Jewish. I do not know if he ever found out, and
whether he is still alive.
When you lived in Prague, did you have any contacts with the Jewish Community
I have to disappoint you. I acknowledged the Community and I always declared
my Jewish religious affiliation, though I was a total nonbeliever. The religious
dimension is the only category left if one wants to declare his Jewishness without
a need to be viewed as a member of the Jewish nation. As I said before, you
cannot change your nationality when you are eighty; and I have no innate need
to change from a Czech to a Jew.
In reality, except for a few official functions, I had minimal contacts with
the Community. I attended the gathering on March 8th commemorating the victims
from the Czech Family Camp. Once, I even gave a speech there.
I am member of the “Terezínská iniciativa,”128 the “Historická skupina
Osvětim,”129 and a similar group from Schwarzheide. I am not a member of the
Sachsenhausen group, although I cooperated with them on several occasions.
I had almost no contact with the Prague Community for a long period of time. In
the last five years I have become more active because of my daughter’s involvement
there. In general, I am not at ease when Jewishness is too emphasized. As
I also mentioned, I do not like to spell the word “jew” with a [capital] “J.”
Had you seen the “Věstník ŽNO”?130
Yes, I read the bulletin once in a while, but not regularly. I was not a subscriber.
Usually I just browsed through it in the reading room of the Faculty of Philosophy,
or when somebody drew my attention to some article there, for example
about Poláček and so on.
Can you recall some organizations after the war?
I do not recall any pre-war associations or clubs. After the war, we organized
according to the camps. In the beginning we were really into it, we the
127 Institute of East European Studies
128 Theresienstadt Initiative
129 The Auschwitz Historic Group
130 Bulletin of the Jewish Community
“Švarzhajďáci”131 were organized by Karlovský. He invited anybody he knew.
The groups “Osvětim”132 or “Terezínská iniciativa” were similarly founded.
I cannot recall any official founding act. I was a chairman of the “Schwarzheide
Association” through the whole period of “Bolševism.”133 This association
never ceased to exist, though we felt certain pressure from the Communists:
[they wondered] why we were not satisfied with the official “Association of
Freed Political Prisoners and Survivors,” or the “Union of Fighters for Freedom,”
containing even the former partisans and the former fighters of the
Prague uprising. Today, some think that these few old men [the surviving prisoners]
should be under control of the Ministry of National Defense.
You obtained an apartment in Prague with SOPVP’s134 help. How did that
My father-in-law was a member; as a Legionnaire, he was imprisoned in Buchenwald.
At that time the union was called “Svaz osvobozených politických
vězňů a pozůstalých po obětech nacizmu.”135 He knew all the future officials
of the union from the concentration camp. When he returned, he applied for
a bachelor apartment in Prague and got it. His daughter lived there. I moved in
with her from the dormitory, we got married in 1946, and in December 1947
our son was born.
Did you work with children after the war?
In a sense yes, the students in the Faculty of Philosophy were children to me.
I hope I can claim that as a teacher I was rather popular. I never was short of
students wanting to sign up for my courses and I supervised numerous senior
theses. When I finished my studies, I did not have a doctorate degree, but I had
a family to support. On a recommendation from Professor Mathesius, I went to
work in the Svoboda publishing house as an editor. It was another dream of
mine realized.
The publishing house was, however, soon disbanded, so I moved into the
Odeon publishing house as a chief editor. At the time the publisher was called
131 loosely translated as “the Schwarzheide guys”
132 Auschwitz
133 Bolshevism, a colloquial derogative term for Communism, is derived from a Russian name for
the Communist party of Bolsheviks.
134 it is an acronym for “Sdružení osvobozených politických vězňů a pozůstalých,” in English, “The
Union of Freed Political Prisoners and Survivors”
135 The Union of Freed Political Prisoners and Survivors of the Victims of Nazism
“Státní nakladatelství krásné literatury, hudby a umění,”136 thus the acronym
SNKLHU. Everything then had to have the adjective “state.” When we were
allowed to change the name, the editor-in-chief, Jan Řezáč, a big expert in the
field, changed our name to Odeon, named after the publishing house of Jan
Fromka from the First Republic137. It was a well-respected, and, at the same
time, left-leaning publishing house then.
There [at Odeon], I was promoted to the head editor of the department
of Czech literature (a Czech “kolchoz”138, as we used to say). The Institute
for Czech Literature (where I previously had been rejected by Professor
Mukařovský) was preparing books for us and we published them in the “Classic
Library” edition (Tyl, Neumann, Wolker, Němcová, Klicpera, Čelakovský,
Arbes, Vrchlický139 and so on).
One by one, the private publishing houses were either disbanded or denied
publishing rights, and we, as a state publisher, were taking over their unfulfilled
commitments. Yet, that was not good enough for the leaders at the top.
According to the ÚV KSČ,140 we were to publish only battle and heroic literature,
and not somebody’s “collected writings.” I think it was also my achievement
that we managed to publish at least all of Vrchlický’s poetry, though we
could not do the same with his plays and theoretical works.
Did you come across any news about Polish “pogroms”141 or restitution142
cases (e.g. Nettl’s sisters143)?
I cannot recall any concrete restitution case, but I know that such things were
happening. We knew it all from our own experience; we explained it as a local
anti-Semitism. To us leftists, it was not a big problem; we were against
private ownership anyway. We hoped that everything would be nationalized.
136 State Publishing House for Fine Literature, Music, and Arts
137 First Republic is a common designation of the era 1918 to 1938, since the conception of the
Czechoslovak republic in 1918 until its demise by Nazi Germany.
138 a Russian term for a cooperative farm, later often used as a derogative term indicating an inefficient
bureaucratic entity, but in the early days used to indicate a fresh new style of doing business.
139 all well-known Czech writers.
140 The Central Committee of the Communist Party, the de-facto seat of all power in the country.
141 “pogrom” is a Russian word for catastrophe; it was used by the Russian Jews to describe the
riots of local peasantry against their fellow Jewish villagers, usually involving house burning and beatings
or killings. This term is now commonly used for violent riots against all kind of different ethnic or
religious communities.
142 a case of deciding whether one should be returned the property owned previously.
143 despite their title to the property, they were in fact denied it.
Photo No. 4: Weding
photograph of Jiří Fran ěk,
Clam Galas Palace ,
Oct . 25, 1946. Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka
Even though this was before the February putsch, nationalization had been discussed
much before. So it had no impact on my leftist friends and me, even the
Jewish ones. We always considered Poland, and I am afraid correctly so, as an
anti-Semitic country.
Some Polish Jews fled the pogroms through Prague. Did you meet any?
Yes I did, and I personally talked to them. I kept thinking that if I were not
a Communist, I would most likely be a Zionist. Nevertheless, my whole essence
was a Czech Jew and I could not change it. I recall a discussion in the “Obecní
Dům”144 with a particular group of Polish refugees heading for Palestine. What
they said clearly indicated virulent anti-Semitism in Poland. We communicated
in Russian. They were not Orthodox. It was a friendly exchange of information.
144 the Municipal House, a city community center and a famous restaurant in Prague.
What kind of people were you in contact with? What kind of friends did
you have?
I was active in the Association of University Students (SVS) and organized
some volunteer work and camps with Jirka Vrba and other, mostly non-Jewish,
friends. I was in charge of organization and then of inspections. I myself took
part in a camp and in volunteer work in Nýrsko near Karlovy Vary. After the
forceful repatriation of the Germans, we partook in the harvest and took care
of the stock that they had left behind.
How did you meet your wife?
In 1946, during a student procession, we marched side by side and I offered her
a cigarette – I picked up the habit in the camps, and it took quite a bit of effort
to quit later, I am a foe of smoking – that is how we started our relationship.
Soon after I moved in with her. We had been going steady for about five months
before we got married.
I fit in her family very well; my wife’s parents were exceptional people. My
wife often grumbles that when I talk about what the marriage meant to me, all
I talk about is her parents. Of course, she meant a lot to me. This relationship
cemented my “Czechness”; not by design, but I simply found a Czech girl and
got into a family that took me in as one of their own.
My early marriage anchored me. It wasn’t long before we had two children,
so I again had a family and I revered my in-laws as my own parents. That
might be one of the reasons I was so free to discuss the camps; I did not dwell
on them, I was not re-living the experience. I consider it my greatest personal
A large proportion of Jews, especially Zionists, emigrated after the war.
Did you meet any?
Yes, for example Avi Fischer. He was a great Czech who had been transformed
by the war to Zionism and left for Israel. Ota Kraus, a writer and a friend of
mine, also emigrated there. He wrote in Czech, so we discussed how to publish
it. The actress Váva Schönová left as well. My good friend Zdeněk Eliáš emigrated
to the West. Karel Fischer, with whom I had commune with in Schwarzheide,
also emigrated to Israel and then to Germany.
Many of my friends emigrated. When we were finally allowed to travel
abroad I had reached a stage where I accepted and understood Zionism.
Our whole society was on Israel’s side. I have a lot of friends who left the
ČSSR145 and it made no dent in our friendship. What became difficult was
maintaining communication, as ČSSR was officially hostile to Israel.
Early on, Hagana146 got its training there [in Czechoslovakia]. We were
really helping the newly created state of Israel. But there was a marked change
in official opinions during and after the political trials in the 1950’s. But it was
very hard to change our friends into enemies overnight, as Stalin desired. Much
later, I studied the topic of Jews in Czechoslovakia and discovered the ideas of
Jindřich Kohn; this fastened my opinion that being Czech and being Jewish
were not necessarily in conflict.
When and under what circumstances did you change your name?
At the university, when I started to study the Czech language. Of course I was
not happy with a German name. My hatred of Germans during and after the
war was enormous. During my studies, I learned about how the German names
for Jews came to be. Professor Jílek gave us several lectures on the topic. It happened
during the reign of Emperor Joseph II in 1775; the Jews were forced to
adopt German names. I realized that my name had very little to do with my
Jewish roots, so I decided to get rid of it.
Did the people around you support it?
On the balance, yes, though some considered it unnecessary. When I was in
the process of deciding, I met two girls I knew from the camp and we discussed
it. Their take on it was that they had it simpler – they would marry and that
would change their name anyway. But it was up to me to make the change for
myself. I considered accepting my grandmother’s name Vohryzek, but there
were quite a few well-known Vohryzeks (including an anarchist from the First
Republic). The other possibility was to “translate” my mother’s name (Pfeiferová)
to Czech, to “Pískáček”147 (“pfeifen” = “pískat”148 in Czech), but I wanted
to preserve the monogram JF. The girls suggested that a relatively common
Czech name starting with F was “Franěk,” and I agreed (it did not occur to me
then, that it had, paradoxically, Germanic roots). I got married under my original
name, since the process dragged on. My wife was recorded in the marriage
145 The Czechoslovak Socialist Republic, the official acronym of the name of Czechoslovakia in the
period 1960-1989.
146 a Jewish clandestine organization fighting the British for the independence of Israel.
147 Whistler
148 to whistle
index with the name Frischmanová149. Later the name Fraňková was added, so
everybody assumed that she was married for a second time, and she always had
a lot of explaining to do.
Overall, there is a bit of hysteria about it. Everybody assumed I did it to
get rid of my Jewish name and I must still explain that there was nothing Jewish
about our German names. I personally detested having a German name.
Until today, some of my Jewish friends do not understand it, for instance the
Stránkýs. They claim they have always been Stránskýs, in contrast to me. Well,
there have been some Slavic Jewish names; I spent some time studying the
topic later on.
Do you think that changing one’s name was kind of fashionable then?
As I said, I did not have many contacts with the Jewish Community, but many of
my friends changed their names. I might recall two or three, in most cases from
German to Czech (from Eckstein to Eliáš). Some started to use their nickname
as their official name (Tigrid instead of Schönfeld). Often, they just changed it
to a Czech spelling. It is a common practice. When somebody immigrates to the
USA they often Anglicize their names, or if anybody comes to Israel, he takes
on a Hebrew name (Fischl is today Dagan). When I was studying the history of
literature, I realized that it was always a rather common practice – names are
not etched in stone (Apollinaire, Conrad150).
The poet Jiří Orten used to be Ohrenstein. As an interesting aside, his two
brothers changed the same name to Ornest. Zdeněk151 was with me in L417,
and Ota152 had passed away. My father felt very Czech, so I am sure that he
would never have lived with a German name after the war. He died early on so
I did not spend too much time with him, but I know that his pro-Czech feelings
were rather strong. Definitely more militant than mine.
Even some Czechs changed their German names (Professor Heidenreich
changed it to Dolanský, Professor Oberpfalzer accepted his mother’s name
Jílek). I think that even some politicians did, too, but I cannot recall any concrete
149 in Czech a wife’s name is always affixed with a suffix “ová” indicating belonging-to.
150 both writers had assumed names
151 Eliáš
152 Kraus
Photo No. 5: Jiří Fran ěk
with his daughter
Věra during their visit
to the Schwarzheide
concentration camp , ca .
1964. Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka
How did you bring up your children?
In both Czech and secular ways. We used to live in the first District of Prague.
For school children there, the term “Jew” was a swearword meaning “greedy”
or “curmudgeon.” We avoided discussing it in front of our son for some time
(he was born in 1947). He was told by his cousin one day that he [our son] was
of Jewish blood, so my daughter, who was younger, took quite an issue with it.
Our son was taken aback a bit, but that was all.
Did you participate in any holidays after the war?
Not at all. I did not have anybody to do so with and did not go to the Community.
At home we used to have a Christmas tree and at my wife’s home as well.
Moreover, for the first Christmas we got our son instead of a Christmas tree. In
Mýto, under the tree we would play fiddles, and our whole family would attend,
including our non-Jewish friends.
Did you go to the synagogue after the war?
Not after the war, and before that very sporadically. My brother had a Bar Mitzvah.
My mother could not imagine me not having one too, so I commuted to
a rabbi in Pardubice to learn the Torah. I had huge problems with the reading
of Hebrew text, so he eventually transcribed it for me into Latin. As punishment,
I did not get long trousers, as was the custom. So I had my Bar Mitzvah,
but I was not circumcised. Somehow it did not seem important then.
If you don’t mind, I have a personal question. You have only five clearly
visible digits tattooed on your arm, the sixth one is almost illegible. Was
this a result of an attempt to get rid of it?
Oh no, the numbers were tattooed using special ink, when they ran out, they
used just ordinary ink. Sometimes they even used ordinary pens. The prisoners
who were doing the tattooing were just learning how to do it, how to get the ink
just under the skin. If it went too deep, it festered; if not deep enough, it started
to fade away fast. The guy who tattooed me probably did not do it right, so the
sixth digit started to fade away even while in the camp. No, I did not do anything
about it, though I knew it could be removed.
How does it feel to live with a number on your arm?
Today people do not take notice, but back then it was a kind of badge. In the
summer, I always wore short-sleeved shirts. Just recently, I was in a spa and
a young masseuse asked about its meaning. So I explained it to her; she did not
have a clue. Today there are people who do not even know what the Holocaust
was, especially the young.
After the war, some removed their tattoos, but not too many, though.
Obviously, during the war, the escapees tried to get rid of them they usually
tried to burn it off. Two girl friends of mine (Eva Weissová and Ruth Iltisová)
escaped from the camp disguised as “Hitlerjugend.”153 They burned their tattoos
off. They were afraid that they might be discovered for having bandages
on the same place on the same arm.
My wife and I just explained it to our kids when they asked about the
number on daddy’s arm. It created animosity towards the Germans.
153 Hitler Youth, it was a paramilitary organization of the Nazi Party for young children and teenagers
How was your health after your return?
I always tried to exercise. I used to jog for many years until they found something
with my heart. I was afflicted by cancer, lost a kidney to it, it came back
and I had to undergo radiation therapy. I also have diabetes. Until about eighty,
I managed to deal with all my health problems well. Back then, I was still riding
a bicycle; nowadays I just drive a car. There were a few people who survived the
Holocaust, and many of those perished soon after their return.
Did any of them suffer any permanent mental traumas?
I think so; it is very hard to ascertain. I used to discuss it a lot with Avi Fischer.
He claimed that all the Jews carried trauma from history; according to him it
was older than the camps, the camps just made it deeper and more pronounced.
I already mentioned that some Jews kept constantly talking about the
camps (they never “left it”), while others did not want to know about it at all.
I think that I am in the golden middle somewhere. I think I was spared the
trauma. I somehow have a healthy attitude about this tragedy. I was helped tremendously
by my wife and her family. I think that my early marriage and family
helped speed up my recovery.
Did you consider February ’48 as a victory?
Just partly and in “quotes.” My whole family admired Masaryk and I married
into a similar one. I, for instance, was in the infamous march in support
of Beneš154. I was lucky that I was not arrested or beaten up; it was just before
exams and since the demonstration was just passing through Nerudova street,
I decided they could finish it without me and went home to cram for the exam
just before the police showed up. Without consequence, I demonstrated in support
of Beneš, whom I still deeply admire.
I had my doubts, for instance, the forced removal of some professors.
There were many more such indications: during the student screening [of
their political leanings], a well-known Communist came to my defense. He
helped me pass. My wife also faced problems. She was asked why she was not
taking part in political activities. She answered that it was because she was
So I always had doubts. But I had very few doubts about the philosophical
underpinning, the Marxism. As an atheist, it was easier for me to accept
154 Eduard Beneš, the president of Czechoslovakia during the February 1948 Communist putsch
materialism than some belief in God, Jewish or otherwise (I could never picture
what language God and Moses used; I have my own theory about it: it was
Moses’ appeasement of paganism to claim that all came from God). My reservations
were increasing; among friends we concluded that the leading authorities
of Communist power should listen to us more.
But the biggest shock was the trials. Then, on the inside, I ceased to be
a Communist, though I did not leave the party. Out of opportunism, out of fear,
because of the family etc., and it was virtually impossible to do so. I perceived
the trials as essentially anti-Semitic; I can recall my revulsion about the accused
being introduced as “so and so, of Jewish descent.”
Did anybody blame or accuse you as a Jew after ’48?
Surprisingly, no. I have a feeling that the people in the publishing house were
distinctly philo-Semitic. In my circles, the trials were viewed with animosity.
What did you think about emigration, the fact that you were losing good
It was really hard on me; I really missed Zdeněk Eliáš who was my best friend
at the end of the war. Somebody suddenly disappeared or died. I did not understand
the emigration. Once in a while my Zionist friends exhorted me, but for
me it was out of question. My profession, the family, and my beliefs – I did not
hide that I could not consider the Jews as a nation. They have a national potential,
but they become a people only in Israel, but even that is something new,
they are no longer Jews and that is why they call themselves Israelis. Well, so
my theory goes. It is all connected to my perceiving the Jews neither as a people
nor as a religion, but as a community. A Jewish community.
If one wants to define Jewishness, one cannot make do with only the
notions of nation and religion. I am an agnostic who is not of Jewish nationality,
but a member of the Jewish community (Jindřich Kohn calls it a clan,
Dr. Soukupová refers to it as a minority).
Since 1967, I have lectured in West Germany. In 1968, the whole family
was stayed there with me. After the August invasion155, it was more or
less a technical question if we should stay there. I considered it, but we never
155 August 21, 1968 invasion of the Soviet Union and the Warsaw pact to stop the so-called Prague
Spring and the ensuing democratization of the Communist power
Photo No. 6: Jiří Fran ěk named
profesor at Charles
University (June 9, 1990). Archive
of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková.
In August 1968, I helped many young people. One could say that I was kind
of a “safety anchor” for Czech tourists and students in Germany. Many people
met in our place; we even had a TV appearance. I managed to get some financial
support for the students who just escaped after the August invasion with
no financial arrangements. I worked then in the Auslandinstitut at the University
of Dortmund, lectured in Bochum, Göttingen, and Tübingen. When the
Soviet army entered the ČSSR, many people spontaneously left. It was rather
naive; most of them had no profession or trade, nor education. We created
a help center where we invited mostly the students and discussed with them
why they wanted to emigrate. Those from politically persecuted families got
one hundred marks from us to help them stay in Germany, but we sent many
young people back home. I still believe it was quite a useful undertaking.
After my return to Czechoslovakia, I was accused of being a German spy
and implicated for my speech on German TV against the occupation (Dr. Fojtíková
from the Faculty of Philosophy was the driving force behind it). I was
always negative about emigration; that is why I returned (well, I did not know
how the future would turn out). I had to leave the party for the second time and
The expulsion from KSČ did not bother me so much, but it hurt me that
I had to leave the university. The fact that I returned156 was not good enough
for them. I was kicked out of the university and for about a year I was allowed
to work as an editor for the magazine Sputnik. After that, I had to work for the
Czechoslovak Railways as a gate signalman at the Bubeneč station. I can show
you the pictures. When they were firing me157, a lot of lies were used.
After all, I survived it all. But I lost a lot professionally. I continued my
research in private and published some stuff illegally. When we were finally
allowed to visit our son who had emigrated to Canada, I brought with me some
texts to Škvorecký’s158 for publication. I was also in contact with Tigrid. He
provided us with about thirty thousands crowns so we could publish in “samizdat159”
at least one volume of Masaryk’s writings. The Historic Institute of the
Academy of Sciences lent me (of course, illegally) Athenaeum160 and some Mr.
Topinka photocopied Masaryk’s articles in a bank for us. It was all rather complicated.
We made about fifteen copies and completed it in 1989.
Did you participate in any way in the activities of the Czech Jewish Community
after ’89?
Indirectly, through my daughter. She is a teacher by profession, but had a problem
with her vocal cords, so she looked for a different job. The “Foundation
of Victims of the Holocaust” was looking for an administrator. My daughter
entered the competition; in the hiring committee there was Tomáš Jelínek, the
chairman of the Jewish Community. She instead was offered and accepted the
job of manager of the office of the Jewish Community. Then a competition for
the principal of Lauder’s Jewish Schools took place. Since my daughter qualified
in both education and experience, she won the competition. Many people
156 from Germany
157 from the university
158 Josef Škvorecký, a Czech writer residing in Canada, his wife Zdena used to run an exile publishing
house in Toronto, 68 Publishers
159 samizdat, a Russian word, was the clandestine copying and distribution of government-suppressed
literature in Soviet-bloc countries. Copies were made a few at a time, and those who received
a copy would be expected to make more copies. This was often done by handwriting or typing.
160 České Athenaeum, bulletin for literature and literary criticism published in 1884-93 under the
editorship of T. G. Masaryk
Photo No. 7: Diamond wedding aniversary of Jiří and ZDeňka
Fran ěk , 1996. Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková.
though protested and were supported by rabbi Sidon, the director of the Jewish
Museum Dr. Pavlát, and the previous chairman of the Community Jiří Daníček.
It all culminated in a demonstration in front of the Jewish city hall, which I consider
de-facto an anti-Semitic act. After four years of unsuccessful attempts
to relieve my daughter of her post as a principal, she was finally released after
a strike in the school was staged as a reaction to her firing a teacher who was
found using the school’s web server to download really deviant pornography!
I gradually got more and more involved not only in this case, but in other dayto-
day activities of the Community. As an experienced publisher I could comment
for instance on the activities and financing of the Jewish Museum and
its publishing house. I consider the whole case around the Lauder’s Jewish
Schools highly immoral and am in fact glad that the rabbi was dismissed.
I think it is good for a rabbi who lies not to be a rabbi. I think it totally corrupt
to dismiss a person hired after a proper contest, just because she was inconvenient
to them.
What do you think about the re-establishment of the Community after ’89,
about its concept? Are there enough people for a viable Community?
There are about three thousand Jews, of whom about one and a half thousand
live in Prague. Mostly not orthodox. I think it is awful that my daughter was
denied membership in the Community just because her mother was not Jewish.
During a debate with the Israeli ambassador, the chairman of ŽO161 Zeno
Dostál proclaimed that the Jewish problem would be solved when again every
town had a little shop owned by some Bondy or Eckstein. The ambassador disagreed;
according to him everybody who felt Jewish was obliged to go to Israel.
I think that whoever feels Jewish (religiously or nationally) should go to live in
Israel. To reconstruct small Jewish communities all over the country is pointless.
The communities have their meaning in cities with old Jewish tradition
like Frankfurt or Prague. They should preserve the heritage and study it.
If there was anything positive about Sidon, it was that his dissident and
charter162 history attracted young people. Some converted, some just rediscovered
their Jewish roots. I agree that the Community is an anachronism in its
orthodoxy. But today I have some sympathy even for the Orthodox Jews.
But here and there, it really was an anachronism. Just consider the personalities
of the last great rabbis… prior to 1900, no orthodoxy and neology
existed. Orthodoxy started its separation only with the advent of Zionism; there
was nothing like that before. Then, just as all the Christians attended church,
all the Jews attended the synagogue, so what orthodoxy? In the country it was
not possible to always find kosher meat, etc. Rabbis Zicher and Federer, I still
remember, were preciously liberal, though personally they were orthodox and
observed “kashrut.” They did not ask who your grandfather or grandmother
was. Simply, you wrote down Jewish, so you were Jewish, end of story. That
was the practice. A rabbi must be a fair person.
What do you think about the activities of neology and reformed Jews in the
Czech Republic (e.g. Bejt Simcha163)?
Well, they are of course closer to my heart. I think that Judaism should be
reformed. At some point I tried to figure out the roots of using the head cover
(kipa, yarmulke) and found out that nobody really knew and that it was relatively
recent. To dwell on fundamentalism is never good.
161 acronym for Židovská Obec, the Jewish Community
162 Charter 77 was an informal civic initiative in Czechoslovakia from 1977 to 1992, named after
the document Charter 77 from January 1977. It played an important role in the fight against the Communist
163 a liberal Jewish organization
Photo No. 8: Meeting of former prisoners of Schwarzheide , hotel
Intercontinental , restaurant Zlat á Praha , ca . 2000. Archive of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková
One more question. How did the compensations for the camps proceed?
I can tell you a lot about it. I always voiced my opposition to compensation,
even though in principle I agreed with it. The compensation was the German
duty, for they stole a lot and we were forced to labor there for free. So in principle
it was OK. But I could not understand that the Communist countries
were left out. For this the Germans had no right. I proclaimed it everywhere
and anywhere. They simply waited for the Jews to die out (because in Russia
and Eastern
Europe there were at least a million of them); they put forth some
obstacles all the time, claiming to make sure that the Communist governments
would not steal it. In fact they just simply waited for half of us to die, so the
costs were so much smaller.
I was thus against it. I even had no moral problem with the fact, that when
everybody applied, I did likewise and accepted the compensation. In my case,
the Germans stole so much from me that the compensation could never come
even close to covering it (unless I stay alive for a thousand of years). Once in
a while somebody asks me why I accepted it when I cast the single vote against
the compensation (the vote was 300:1). According to me, it was unconscionable
that it had to wait until the fall of Communism. I was offended that I was endlessly
asked for proofs of my time in the camp. The whole process of applying
for the compensation was demeaning.
What do your children do?
My son studied mathematics and became a professor of Computer Science
at McMaster University in Hamilton, Canada. He has both RNDr. and Ph.D.
degrees. He emigrated in 1977. My daughter studied at the Faculty of Pedagogy,
has a PaedDr degree and is a teacher.
What do you consider as a fundamental thesis of Czech Jewishness, or, if
we can say so, Jewish Czechism?
That Jewishness is not a nationality. Vohryzek was rather religious; he viewed
Jewishness in exclusively religious terms. There is this legend (most likely true)
that some of the “Čeští bratři”164 wanted to preserve their faith and names in
1650 so badly that in some Moravian villages they converted to Judaism rather
than become Catholics. For instance, Korálek’s and Kavan’s families perceived
themselves as such. Allegedly, they even have some supporting evidence. But
it has not been really documented and some scholars deny it. The oppressed
Czech nations and the Jewish minority are close to each other; these were
Masaryk’s words. Well, that is it.
How did you feel during the interview?
I am quite tired now, but if you want to ask some more, go ahead. There have
been no questions that would offend me. When I read the transcript, I will
recall some additional details, I am sure.
Photographs are from the personal archive of Mrs. Zdeňka Fraňková. The editors
of Urban People are grateful for this loan.

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