My father got an exit visa more easily because he was a neutral Hungarian. He said, ‘I want to go home, to my country’. He hadn’t lived there for thirty years but that’s what he told the Gestapo and that’s what they allowed us to do. So, we went to Hungary one day with suitcases. Got on the train in Budapest, went to Vienna with the ‘Ausweis’, the permission to cross German borders, from Vienna we went across Germany to Holland.