Our foreman kicked us quite a lot, called us all sorts of names, every blue moon he brought in a newspaper bag, or just a newspaper wrapping of potato peels: ‘Here, Jews, that’s something to eat’. And it served a double purpose. It’s quite delicious, potato peelings, in those circumstances, it also gave you a chance to look at the local newspapers, Bergische Arbeiter or whatever. Now one didn’t expect to find anything in it that would have been earth-shattering, but one could read the headline: ‘Last night in the terror attack by the RAF or the Americans, the glorious Luftwaffe shot down a thousand airplanes’. One would have thought that there were at least a thousand airplanes in the attack, so you put two and two together, which was a bit encouraging.