We could not sleep through the night after the bombs had fallen. Our family had scattered all over the world, but we did not fit into the quota of Jews allowed into America or England or Switzerland. We still thought it was impossible for the race laws in Germany to be put into effect here. We believed in what was fair. We didn’t understand that hatred changes everything and, in the morning, when we woke, we found we were afraid of the world outside. It was far too quiet. It no longer belonged to us. It was a place where anything could happen. There were no longer ordinary days. We stepped
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