This is a picture of me in Sezimovo Usti, near Tabor. The photo was taken by my friend Hana Kodickova, who came to visit me. I am standing next to her car in the street where I lived with my husband Jiri Meisl for almost 25 years.
I wasn't very excited about the Velvet Revolution in 1989 and the time after. I'm not a fan of Vaclav Klaus or Vaclav Havel. I lived under capitalism before so I know that those who don't work won't eat. And that's what people couldn't understand. They thought that if they jingle their keys on a square everything would just easily fall into their arms. [Editor's note: During the Velvet Revolution people went out on the street and jingled their keys, in imitation of the last school bell before school is over, as if to say that the days of the communist regime were numbered.] took their keys out to And Mr. Klaus was supporting them in this idea. My husband died in Tabor in 1999 and had a civil burial.
I moved to a Jewish pension in Prague a year and a half ago, and I like it very much. No one is really religious here but we get together on Jewish holidays. I have a nice pension so I am not really dependent on the assets I receive from different funds for Holocaust victims. It's nice to get that money, but I'm not upset if the payment is delayed unlike some other people.
I was and I am a believer. I believe that there's someone who directs our life. I think God is 'human', and he's not only there for Jews or Christians but for everyone. However, I cannot imagine that I would ever pray. I believe that when someone is born his destiny is already written. What happened to us probably had to happen. Our fate is to be Jewish.
