A Ukrainian policeman was our caretaker. He rather fancied my father’s watch–always. He said: “I love this watch of yours.’ On a number of occasions my mother said: ‘Give him that watch. Give it to him.’ And [my father] said: ‘No. It’s a present from you.’ It was a very special watch. A black face & it lit up at night. [The policeman] liked that watch & [my father] wouldn’t give it to him. Then he would come & say: ‘Your radio is so good. I like this radio.’ Will I give him that? No.’ So [the policeman] brought the Gestapo.

When my mother next saw him he wore my father’s watch & the radio was playing loudly in his… thing. She had the courage to go in there. To ask what happened, can you believe it? He was standing dressed in my father’s shirt & my father’s trousers with his back to the door. My mother thought it was my father, from afar, standing with the watch, every- everything. Top to bottom. And that’s how they- That’s how… their lives went.