Leto\u0161n\u00edho 21. ro\u010dn\u00edku mezin\u00e1rodn\u00ed sout\u011b\u017ee Lidice pro 21. stolet\u00ed se \u00fa\u010dastnilo i n\u011bkolik na\u0161ich \u017e\u00e1ky\u0148 z 8. ro\u010dn\u00edku. Sout\u011b\u017e v sob\u011b spojuje znalosti z obdob\u00ed 2. sv\u011btov\u00e9 v\u00e1lky a schopnosti kritick\u00e9ho my\u0161len\u00ed. Do fin\u00e1lov\u00e9 \u010d\u00e1sti postoupila Madeleine Houskov\u00e1, kter\u00e1 obsadila kr\u00e1sn\u00e9 6. m\u00edsto. Madeleine blahop\u0159ejeme k velk\u00e9mu \u00fasp\u011bchu, d\u011bkujeme ostatn\u00edm \u00fa\u010dastnic\u00edm.<\/p>\n
Zde si m\u016f\u017eete p\u0159e\u010d\u00edst pr\u00e1ci Madeleine s kterou se \u00fa\u010dastnila sout\u011b\u017ee:<\/p>\n
Friday, 4 August 1944<\/p>\n
Dearest Kitty,<\/p>\n
Ever since I\u2019ve heard the BBC announcement about D-Day, I had a feeling that my friends were about to return. A long-awaited liberation. And how! Of course, the thought alone gave us everything. Oh, Kitty, I am starting to lose hope again! The excitement here has died down, and I have started feeling feverish and unwell. I can tell Peter\u2019s spirits have sunk lower than ever after what happened today. All of us can feel our mood twist into anything but optimism.<\/p>\n
This morning all of our blood ran cold when we saw a car stop in front of the Annexe with men in SS uniforms. Fright ran through our bodies, yet all of us clung to the idea that we would not be found. None of us dared to move or even breathe! The idea of getting caught terrified me more than ever. Tears of sorrow filled my eyes, but I muffled my mouth, choking back any terror that might escape. I didn\u2019t want to be selfish or seen as sillier than I already was. I wanted to be brave! But all of the fear I\u2019ve ever felt loomed before me in all its horror. Wishes, thoughts and accusations were swirling in my head, unsure if they would be my last. Would my Mother ever be happy with me? Will I ever feel like I fit in with this family? During this time the sirens began wailing again, it was more deafening than the sounds of booming gunshots and bombs that shook the entire fallen neighborhood.<\/p>\n
I wanted to run and grab my \u2018escape bag\u2019, something to clutch onto for a sense of false safety. I know we can\u2019t leave here, being caught outside was just as dangerous as getting caught in an air raid. And so, we waited for over an hour.<\/p>\n
The sounds alone interrupted any thought that plagued our mind. Before long the smell of fire was everywhere, the entire city enveloped in a thick fog. It was not a pleasant sight. After the awful events of today, finally a clarity of hope fills my mind. Hope for peace.<\/p>\n
For this once I didn’t let my imagination run wild. My Mother, who stood next to me was quite pale. I started to feel a bit sympathetic towards her in this moment, but it didn\u2019t last long when she snapped at me later in the day.<\/p>\n
Kitty, I know I may seem odd to you. Having the stale news over and over again until you\u2019re fed up with the monotonous fare.<\/p>\n