European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)

on 9th May 1945 we returned to Ljubljana.

That was the most wonderful day of my life. It still is.

There were many things I didn’t know. We were riding in a small truck.

I didn’t know that we passed the killing grounds where my good friend Neda Grzinic lay buried.

I didn’t know that we passed the fire station in Lavrica where my father was buried in February 1944.

I knew nothing of these horrible facts. I didn’t know my husband was on his deathbed.

So, I was immensely happy.

With time I came to learn all of this and had to find some way to survive.

I was terribly poor and everything of my mother’s had burned down, the entire apartment.

It was near the train station.

One night, or morning really,

a wagon filled with arms exploded.

the quite comfortable lifestyle of an intellectual Ljubljana family.

I also had nothing. When my husband and I were demobilized, there was nothing left.

We were used to living modestly already during the war. But this wasn’t the main problem.

The main problem was that my father was gone, my husband was gone, and many of my friends were gone.