Unfortunately, quite a lot of people didn’t take him [Hitler] seriously. We had a, what do you call them, porter, concierge, called Fölzmann in the house and in February ’33 he turned up in full Nazi uniform, which was a bit of a surprise. When the Reichstag burned, I saw from our windows the glow in the sky and heard the fire engines and was very aware what had happened politically. But like many others we thought it would all be over soon. I didn’t notice any of the anti-Jewish boycotts or demonstrations. The school I was at…, I didn’t know any fellow Jewish pupils. I remember we went to Sans-Souci to see the castle of Frederick the Great and I remember the names of our teachers: Fräulein Hut, Fräulein Hase and Frau Direktor Tiezenthaler. And there was no nonsense about ‘Heil Hitlering’ or anything like that. Not in my memory and not while we were in Germany. But when the grown-ups said that we would leave Germany I was very upset and I remember walking through the streets near my home, trying to memorise them, I didn’t know how long it would be until I’d see them again.