There was a prison in Bamberg in the [Obere] Sandstraße. And so… in due course, they came and took my father away as well. And of course we were absolutely frightened to death, because …there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for it. You know, Father and Uncle and all the other Jews were benefactors to the town, employers – nobody had done any wrong. Their crime was that they were Jews. So …we kept a low profile. Of course my brother didn’t go to- to work. And my- our middle brother Ronnie didn’t go – and I – didn’t go to school. And then we were very afraid of course every noise, because they used to climb on the windows and paint swastikas on or ‘Jew’. And… two o’clock in the morning the doorbell rang, and my father came back from prison. And we, we- of course we were highly delighted. But… he… We said, “Well, how is it that you’re here?” He said, “Well I went to school with the chief of police, and he came to prison and said, “Fritz you can go home now, but I can’t protect you if you get beaten up in the street. So take all the back lanes and get home as quickly as possible.” And …he managed to do that. …And then of course we, we- nobody went out for a few days and then it…it, it calmed down. And after about three or four days… father went to work again, but we couldn’t go to school of course. We were excluded from school ‘for our own protection’.