There was one man in there, a Mr Birnbaum, Mr Birnbaum who had been a teacher in Berlin. He was in Belsen with his wife and his six children. And as the war was progressing and in fact reaching its end and people were dying left right and centre, he gathered orphans as they became orphans. And my father, realising that he wasn’t going to survive… went to see this Mr Birnbaum and asked him to look after me and after the war to get me to his sister-in-law, my aunt in London. And he gave as many details it could. He also gave him a book of addresses and names, and… apparently they took that from Birnbaum; he never had it. So after the war he had a lot of difficulty finding… relatives for people, including for me. And… this Mr Birnbaum was very worried about all these children; he had by this time about fifty children in his care. Six of them were his own children and the rest of us were orphans. And he went to the authorities in the camp, and said that he would like to start a school. School. And they mockingly said, “Yeah, sure, you do that. You can have your school in the room at the end of that barracks there. But you have to clear it first.” He didn’t know what that meant. So he went to look and he saw that that’s where corpses had been stored, piled high, because they couldn’t be buried quickly enough. And so they were just put in there until burial could be organised. So he organised a work party amongst the inmates, and they cleared that room. And we fifty children had our schoolroom in there. And I remember that he taught us- He’d been a teacher of religious instruction in Germany, in Berlin. And he taught us Jewish studies and my time in Belsen was approximately the most religious time of my life, I would say, which is quite an irony. But it kept us out of harm’s way, because we were locked in there, and couldn’t get under the feet of guards, who – who would shoot or set dogs on people if they felt like it.