It is almost ten years since this book was written. For ten years I have waited in vain for its publication, and perhaps I shall never see it. It has already been typeset, as the manuscript shows, but political circumstances have again prevented its publication. I read my manuscript again as an emigrant. I repeat what I wrote in my preface: if there are mistakes and naivety in my memoirs, there is nevertheless a part of the real world as it was when it was experienced, not in retrospect. It is true that this history is “parochial”; but I believe that this fragment of history has value because it is a human testimony to it. Ten years later, the question of human freedom and human life is still relevant, not only for Czechoslovakia 1939, but for the whole of humanity.
I was naive but who was not? 17/XI/75