They came around 10 o’clock. They knocked at the door, very loud. Uncle said: ‘We have no options. We stay sitting where we are. Everybody in his room on the bed. And don’t move. Don’t say anything when they bang on the door’. But what if the child cries? Talking about it, what to do, give him to drink or I don’t know what. They were banging & the reaction of this banging, to know, this is your… end, if they get in. The heart was so, hop, hop… Strong…beating. Horrible. I felt it here in my neck. Then we could hear a voice, telling this man to ‘Stop it! This is his house, & I’m a German’, he said: ‘you must trust me. I have seen these people very early in the morning go away with luggage. They are not at home.’ “Can you imagine? The owner of the house, who lived in a villa next door. He said ‘I won’t let you ruin…’ Because they said “You must break up this house, the door, the entrance. They are on the list!’ He said ‘You will pay for it. It’s my house. I won’t let you ruin this.’ We could hear it. Word for word. Word for…every word. I remember it. And… they left. They left. And this was how we survived this horrible time. Only, only and we said, thank you to him.