I remember getting to England. And my first memory of England, it was Sunday, 3 September 1939, the day the war broke out. We arrived at Liverpool Street Station. And as the train slowed down and we were getting out of the train, the sirens went. When the sirens went, everybody started running; we had to go to a shelter. We went with the crowd, but there was also a Jewish Refugee Committee on the platform, and they went with us.