I will perhaps tell a little story that I never used to tell, because I used to be ashamed for the person who did it. But when I – when we arrived in Ravensbrück I had with me my luggage [laughs] was a little, tiny bag – but it wasn’t a bag but just a handkerchief which was tied up and in it I had my worldly goods. But I think I had just a little bit of bread that I kept for Ann, my cousin, in case she fainted again or something, and very little else, but I had this little bundle, it was tiny, the size of my hand. And although it was very crowded, I somehow managed to sit down and I dozed off for I don’t know how long, perhaps a few minutes. When I woke up, my bundle was gone. And I felt so ashamed of – for anyone to do anything under whatever circumstances that I never talked about it. But I have mentioned it on this occasion.