I was playing on a scooter outside. I remember this very well. And a young man with his bicycle comes up, and says, “Where do Mr and Mrs Kreibich live?” My foster parents. I took him up. I went down to continue playing with my scooter. And my foster mother Emilie rushed down and said, “Come up! That was your brother.” So he didn’t recognise me, I didn’t recognise him.
