Jan Šinágl angažovaný občan, nezávislý publicista

My dad was a good footballer. During an attack down the wing in 1942, his knee was badly injured by a vicious foul from the flank. It happened in a game of Žebrák versus Hořovice. He was hospitalized at the Bulovka Hospital in Prague, where Acting Reich Protector Reinhard Heydrich was at the time, after his assassination.

My father was at risk of sepsis and leg amputation, which surgeons recommended so as not to endanger his life. His older brother was against amputation. The Nazis then got the best medicine to save the life of the Protector, whose life was also threatened by sepsis. After his death, the remaining sepsis medication was successfully administered by Czech doctors to my father. This saved not only his knee but also his life. His knee gradually became immobilized over time, but he was able to move around without crutches for the rest of his life.

I was born 10 years later, so I too may owe my life to the acting Reich Protector.

Life can write stories that even the best screenwriter cannot invent.

Jan Šinágl, 30.5.2022

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