8 of us in one bedsitter. We couldn’t contact my father or my other sister, so we lost them. The caretaker of the building was a communist & he helped us there. We’d been there a few days when we saw my father in the road. My uncle didn’t call him. I can never forget that ’cos he must have tried to hide as well. Of course he was caught & taken to concentration camp. I never forget looking out the window, seeing him the last time. I wanted him so much. My mother wanted to put her shoes on. But my uncle said, if you go out, I’m not sure you can come back.