"I'm a world record holder, that's how they write about me in the newspapers. At the 1934 World Women's Games in London, I win the eight hundred meters and break the world record for the second time. The newspapers are full of articles about me. Sports fans I don't know stop me on the streets and ask for an autograph. Me, a twenty-two-year-old, ordinary girl from Brno, unknown until recently,"

"There were not thousands of fans, only hundreds. But it was a beauty, an unforgettable joy. But we are only athletes, we are far from the fame of football players. I know that joy sometimes ends in sadness. For example, it has been bothering me for a long time that I beat girls in athletic competitions, but I feel less and less like a girl myself. That's why I fall asleep and read with the question: Is it fair of me?!"

“I fulfill the role of a woman, but it costs me more and more strength. I'm probably trapped in a male body.”