Eduard Klena

"Of course, it was Katapult, but also others, but Progres when it came. Or they came - mostly Czechs - Mišík or František Ringo Čech with Schelinger, that was also a good branch, that is, when they came. It was always on the edge. It was clear to see that it was on the edge. The underground in Slovakia de facto did not exist. And I was also happy about Slovak bands, because when I started to perceive, for example, soul, funky, the Slovaks did better than the Czechs. So when Elán also played the Eighth continent, that was a relatively successful thing. But Grigorov later, that was quite enough. Reggae, just some hints of quasi-reggae or these bands that were already following the New Wave. But those were the disco times."

"I came back in 1984, I had been in the party for about a year and a half and I asked to leave the party. And this was a disaster. This was a disaster, because no one there was prepared or used to this. And you, when you join the party, some functionaries vouch for you. They vouch for him! That's the one. He can. And the leaders and people like that from the Autodružstvo vouched for me. And for them it was... The superior comrades immediately came after them and it was like -Well, but this comrade here is causing such problems. What is he?-. And then, of course, they just followed me and I said to them -Well, you know, but I'm completely useless in your party. You expect and agree to all this and I just raise my hands and that's all you need me for. I don't want to be there. But I was already a folk fan. I actually met that in the Czech Republic, I was enlightened there already at that "The military, that look out, this is not reasonable, what you are doing. This is simply a serious matter. This is simply one huge scam on people. And you will actively participate in it. That's what I started to get."

"The police came. They came to see me at work. They pulled me out of the workshop as usual. I went with them to the locker room at work at the Autodružstvo, they searched my locker, they looked for signatures..., they didn't find them, there were no signatures, for God's sake, why would I have them at work? Then they drove me by car, two in front, two next to me, like the biggest criminal. And they drove me to Prostejovská, we already lived on Prostejovská in housing estate 3. Beatka was at home, when we only had a son, yes, of course. With little Edko in her arms. They rummaged through our closets, asking me every five minutes where the signatures were. They went to the basement with me. They looked for the signatures in the basement. I thought it was... I guess they couldn't... They probably didn't believe it themselves that they were looking for signatures, but whatever they could find. So they took, oh my God, Mňačka, or they took, they found indigo paper, copy paper and they found something there, but it wasn't Nekloľky větě, but some other material. So they took that. They took my typewriter and some literature, which, of course, I had some samizdat at home, they took it out..., a big victory, so they took it. But they didn't find the signatures themselves, the petition itself Několik vět, nothing. And they took me for questioning"