Viliam Kun

"Some of the smaller farmers persevered and did not go to the cooperative. That might have been around 1954 or 1955, and a friend of ours kept on saddling, had a horse and a cow and everything. One day he went with a wagon and horses to the field to cut some forage for the cow. A wagon driver came out of the office and stopped him and said, 'Get off the wagon! Take the scythe, the horses and the wagon are confiscated by the cooperative!' The man had previously worked as a feeder in our stables for the cooperative's cattle. But then he moved up, so he gave orders. His name was Schweizer Boldyzhar. The farmer took a scythe, cried like a little kid all the way home. They took his horse, they took his wagon. And what was he supposed to do? Should he have said to the cow: 'Look, you have nothing to eat because the cooperative confiscated it...?' They did unbelievable things, those communists, unbelievable! And he never got it back. Eventually he went to the cooperative too. What was he supposed to do?"

"After the 18th year, that territory down there fell to Czechoslovakia, so he was a citizen of Czechoslovakia, for that reason he had to go to Prague to fight. Few people can imagine a father who was born in Austria-Hungary, then lived in Czechoslovakia, then in Hungary, then again in Czechoslovakia, and practically never took his heels out of the countryside. And he lived in four countries. The border area is always complicated."