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956: Getting To Grips With It
Gerti Baruch
On Sundays in Vienna my father used to take me to Café Siller, along the Promenade. He used to read the paper...
971: Equalising What Happened
Dr Charlotte Feldman
They used to demonstrate in the street below us. They used to shout, ‘Jews to Palestine!’ I had a very happy childhood...
972: Discovering My Brother Was Alive
Mala Tribich MBE
One day I got a letter from my brother Ben. We were in this stately home with all its beauty, I opened it, I read it & was so excited...
976: Coming To England Alone Aged 5
Hannah Wurzburger
It's a bottomless pit. So absolutely appalling. Children are so vulnerable. Especially when they're separated from their family...
979: Sitting Through That
Bronia Snow
My parents always discussed everything. But not a word was spoken about my going to England. So I found myself one fine day...
982: Not Dwelling On Things
Gerta Regensburger
I have no feelings & not many memories. I’m not a very retrospective person. It always amazes me that so many people remember...
992: Chickenpox
Bridget Newman
I was stuck. Then one day, the doorbell rang: a Gestapo. He came in, he was really rather nice. He had white hair & a big, white moustache...
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