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When I went to the special school in Nepomucká Street, Headmaster Lins wanted
to prevent us from attending school. He declared me and Pavlík Dufek to be
uneducable people. Pavlík Dufek went to Strašnice, to a daytime social welfare
institution in Vilová Street.
It used to be called a social welfare institution for youth. He told me about
how he cried because he didn’t like it there. But then he got used to it and
made friends. Pavlík Dufek and I talked about it.
And in 1995 Mr Lins established an evening school for people with disabilities,
and that’s a good thing.
And when I left school, they deprived me and all the clients of our legal
capacity. That Doctor of Laws was named Gurtl. And he deprived us of our
capacity to perform legal acts.
And Dad objected, and all the parents objected. They complained about it; why
did they want to deprive us of our legal capacity? But they did. They deprived
all us clients of our legal capacity. And then I went in for a psychological
examination. The doctor asked me something and I told her I didn’t know how to
tell time. And that made Dad sad. What did I blabber to her? And then he got
angry with me. And then he made up to me and forgave me.
When Dad went to the hospital with gangrene, he had a heart attack there and died.
One director of the Palata Institute for the Blind in Na Hřebenkách Street had been taking care
of me, and she asked me if I wanted to stay there after Dad died. I was very
sad. The director and the head nurse thought I wouldn’t return to where I’d
lived before. And they were counting on it, that Mrs J. and Mrs G. That head
nurse wanted my apartment and thought I’d sell it to her. And then it started,
just like that. They gave all my books away to a used bookstore, but I didn’t
know about that. And I thought I had all my favourite books and fairy tales in
my apartment, but they weren’t there. The ones that Dad had bought me when I
was young were simply gone. They didn’t even ask my opinion. I was about 26.
And then I wanted to go home and have a look at the apartment, but I had to go
have a look with someone; I couldn’t go there on my own. It was during
Communism. And so I cried because I couldn’t take a look at my home. And then I
got aggressive towards the people at Palata. So I was also in the psychiatric
ward in Bohnice, and I was taking strong sedatives. I was there for about
fourteen days, and then they let me go home – but not home, to Palata. And it
happened again.
After the revolution I went to the social welfare institution in Krč in Sulická Street. And
then I went to Duha, I guess in ‘95. I was in a protected apartment in Ruská Street with a
friend, but we didn’t like each other very much. She took all my things and we hit
each other there.
Now I’m satisfied with my accommodation; I live in an apartment inherited from
Dad’s parents. It was possible thanks to the director of Duha, Mrs Hrabánková. She
wanted to take care of me as a guardian, but my uncle objected. Now my uncle is
my guardian. Then a new director came to Duha and it’s good, because we go out
on our own and there’s no night service there. Before, we weren’t allowed to go
anywhere on our own.
Before, the neighbour didn’t want us there because there was gas there and the
children could be poisoned by the gas. But now there’s electricity there. I
live with Martin, and we love each other. He calls me Bébulko and we kiss. And
the dolls are my children. Sometimes Martin and I bicker, but it’s okay.
Comments![Comments](/text/GF-Halda-Smashed-cz/22/regular/C50102/00ffffff/0_436f6d6d656e7473.png)
alice suchardova
13.08.2011 21:36
Mila daso
tvuj clanek me potesil ahoj alice
Vladislav Halamíček
30.04.2011 17:28
Milá Dášo. Tvé psaní je krásné a dojemné. Lidi by si mněli přečíst Tvůj příběh plný starostí i radostí, aby poznali, že člověk dříve ponižován a podceňován arogantními "figurami" a zločinným režimem má nádhernou duši. Že v životě může něco dokázat a celé okolí si tohoto člověka váží.
Ty jsi toho dokázala velmi mnoho.
Přeji Ti brzké splnění snu o vydání deníku. Mnohým lidem půjdeš příkladem.
Hodně štěstí, Vláďa