Tag #106841 - Interview #89494 (Emilia Leibel)

My husband had a Tatra, a Czech car, he’d had it since 1926 or 1928, I think. He only bought a Mercedes right before the war, in 1939. First he taught me to drive himself, and then later, when there was this automobile course in Kalwaria, he invited 2 examiners round, and told them I wanted to take the exam, that I hadn’t been on a course, but he’d taught me everything himself. There were 2 examiners, my husband sat in on it as well, and I drove the car. There wasn’t any traffic as such in Kalwaria, but this beggar, this invalid, an old man, happened to be crossing the road, and I swore, something vulgar, like: ‘Darn, goddammit! He had to go and get in my way!’ And the examiner found that very funny: ‘Well, now you’re a real driver!’ No, my husband wasn’t afraid to give me the car…