We went to the synagogue for the High Holy Days, all dressed up, walking a long way to the Potsdamer Platz or Lindenstraße. Lindenstraße was our synagogue, but for the High Holy Days very often you had an overflow, and we were very fortunate to go to the philharmonic hall in Berlin, where accidentally, I was taken to a concert, a beautiful concert, when I was about twelve. We all went, the whole family went, and the soloist was a young boy, standing in front of the audience, in front of the large orchestra in shorts, and his name was Yehudi Menuhin which was very exciting. I was just about two or three years younger than he. My mother often went, my parents went. My mother loved the opera, and she took one of us along, and we went to my first opera. She took me along to Wagner’s Meistersinger von Nürnberg, which made a big impression on me. Ever since, I’ve been an opera lover.