I remember this friend I used to go to school with, who lived around the corner, called Naomi. Now they were very, very Orthodox. To the extreme. Well, we used to think it quite ridiculous, because I’d come home from school with her on a Friday and she’d say, you can come and play, but you’ve got to help me because I’ve got to tear up all the toilet paper, because they weren’t allowed to tear anything on a Saturday. And I thought, you know, I really thought this was ridiculous. And all sorts of little things. All the lights had to be switched on, or the neighbour came and did all the cooking for them and my father was always quoting ‘Thou shalt not work, nor thy maid, nor thy manservant’. And what were they doing, and they were doing just that so he didn’t hold with any of that. But Naomi looked very, very Jewish, Semitic, shall we say, rather than Jewish and coming home from school from the station we’d have bricks thrown at us by youth– Hitler Youth boys. And that frightened me and I remember coming home and really being very upset, and my mother tried to calm me down, and I said, I don’t think I’ll go home with Naomi any more. And I felt a traitor, really. Because here was my friend, and I didn’t like to go home with her any more, I was looking after my own safety. And I used to make excuses and go home a different way, or go to school a bit earlier, on an earlier train, but I still went to her house to play with her. But I really didn’t feel comfortable with myself.