I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!
On the night of July 19, 1986, Robert Ospald and Zdeněk Pohl crossed the Czechoslovakian border illegally. The first person whom they encountered was a policeman in the village of Kleinhaugsdorf. “Suddenly, a police man appeared out of nowhere. For us, of course, this was a shock. Will they hand us over to Czechoslovakia, we wondered. They’ll at least investigate us and make a horrible fuss about it, just as they do on our side of the border. I said: ‘Franky, we can’t simply pass him’. It was always better to approach a policeman yourself when you couldn’t bypass him anymore. So I told him: ‘Good morning’ and he just shrugged his shoulders. So I tried to speak to him in Czech, Polish and Slovak,” Ospald recalled. Finally Ospald asked the policeman something a German: “Of course, I didn’t understand a word he said. So I told him: ‘Sorry, I don’t,' to let him know that I didn’t speak German. He again shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly, a car arrived and I said: ‘Frankly, that’s bad, he surely has a walkie-talkie and he quietly turned it on and they’re already here now and they’re going to take us with them’. But that policeman just calmly walked to the car, got in and they were gone. And we both stood there like complete idiots, staring at the departing car, looking like two madmen. Only then did we utter the famed words: ‘I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!’”