The one thing that always stuck in my head is when I took this little boy out for the walk, she used to give me a few pennies to buy him a sweet bun. And God forbid I should take a tiny bit of this money but tell his mother and she would go bananas. That chocolate that my mother gave me [for the Kindertransport journey] – the box of chocolate. This is honestly true; I rationed myself to half a chocolate a night…because I craved it.
