We were still in our civilian clothes, we still had our documents with us and we had to surrender everything, and we got blue striped prison uniforms which looked like pyjamas. Now I had to surrender all my documents, all my papers, all my pictures, and until then I was still a person, I still had an identity in the camp in Lithuania. Here I got a number, sewn into my uniform and I had to surrender every picture, every paper I had, but apparently the German prisoner, he was a German criminal, who searched me, apparently he had some compassion because he took my mother’s picture and asked me, “Is that your mother?” And I said, “Yes, that is my mother.” “Well I will give it back to you, you had better keep it.” But everything else was taken away, but unfortunately just at that moment an SS supervisor was passing by, he took the picture and rebuked him, “You can’t do that, he might still imagine he is a human being.” He took the picture and tore it up, so that was the last documentation I had from home.