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It is said that once a tall and thin captain wearing an Enkavedist uniform visited Žarėnai parish and asked in Russian “Kak dela?” The guest went through everyone’s documents, found out what the mood of the people was, how the farmers were fulfilling their obligations, and if the bandits were wreaking havoc in the county. After talking for an hour, getting to know the situation in the district first-hand, the officer left and, sitting on the briquette outside, addressed Varniai.
After a while, a district employee, while handling the papers on the table that the captain had recently turned over, saw a small piece of paper underneath. After reading the words written on it, her eyes fell on his forehead.
“Look,” he opened the brochure to his coworkers, terrified.
They turned their heads curiously. On the pamphlet it was written: “Tomkus was here” … As I mentioned, his name sounded broad then – some spoke of him with respect and admiration, others – with horror and hatred. And the meetings with him did not always end in such an intriguing way for the activists of the Soviet government, not everyone paid with a slight scare and not only understood from the left note what was here …
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