We decided on a divorce. Very amicable. We always kept friends, and he even, after the war, visited us here with his second wife and we were always on the best of terms. But, unfortunately, I had to leave John [her son] behind, or Hans Gert as he was called at that time, which was the worst that happened to me. But in a divorce boys go with the father and the girls go with their mother, according to the German law, so I had no chance. The boy even came to visit us here in 1938, no, 1937, in the summer, during his school holidays, and, to my great joy, my mother-in-law phoned and said there was an outbreak of polio in Cologne and the schools were shut for another month, so he was here for about two months in the summer. But then he had to fly home from Croydon Airport, at that time, and I never saw him again until he was 17, after the war, when he came to England.