THE SECRETARY TO THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 2373, sig. 109-12/18

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-Tτ- 108 around animals and vehicle and then contented himself with putting his torbiter in the car, he himself walked on foot. We others got up, pressed hands, screamed and laughed and drove in a hurry. When the wheels were already racing across the bumpy road, the black corporal suddenly approached the car and rushed into my hand with a paper." Seek my mother," he said suppressed, so that the others could not hear him and walked next to the moving car. Then he bowed to me: "But no one else," he shouted through the noise in my ear, returned to ung went back. On paper I read the name of a small town g in the Sudeten-German middle mountains, which was quite far from home, and put the note in my pocket. This person was strange. Why didn't he drive himself, if he had so much to do with it, and why this secrecy? And only the mother, no one else? I sat uninvolved among the noisy kmarads and had a firm conscience towards the corporal, for whom I went on vacation. But he had himself and voluntarily renounced the vacation. The journey lasted for days. When we ate for the first time in a station business on white-clothed tables with knives, fork and spoons of porcelain plates, we were quite dazed. Also there was. At home - mother had become white and father was proud of me, but he was not very eloquent when I asked how they were going. The days went by very quickly. At first, you had to have a back country uniform made, and then there were visits or you went to friends and again and again you found yourself asked to tell. In doing so, the people themselves talked so commonly about things that could not be said, that I finally prepared a series of small stories for myself, which I gave again and again for the best. In most cases it was harmless and even funny events; the story of the dead Serb on the way over the sight-weaving hill dome was not under it; it was not a story either. I pushed out the journey to the mother of the black corporal again and again. I felt her as an unpleasant compulsion and blamed myself for having a comrade.