I still remember saying goodbye to my mother. Her last words were, ‘Farewell my dear child.’ We went on the train through the Hook of Holland. And when the train, with the children, arrived – had crossed – the Dutch border the train stopped at the first station in Holland. And wonderful Dutch ladies, who knew there were these children on the train, came onto the train, with refreshments for the children. It was suddenly like going from hell to heaven, to be crossing the border into Holland and to be suddenly welcomed with joy by complete strangers! The difference between that and Germany is inexplicable! They were wonderful Dutch ladies, because they knew the train was coming with the children. It was just unbelievable to be suddenly… to be surrounded by love and affection by complete strangers, after being persecuted in Germany.