“I entered my grandmother’s house. One month had gone since my grandfather’s funeral. My grandmother was sitting in a chair, looking out of the window. A tear ran down her cheek.
She looked at me and said:
“I miss him so much. He was always the love of my life.
It all started a day in June 1943…”
“She started to tell, and it all went quiet, except her calm voice.”
“It was going to be a wonderful day, I just didn’t know yet.
Far from home I was walking in the streets trying to get some food for my family. We were poor, and had to hide for the Nazis. As you know, I am Jewish, and during the Second World War, Jews were in great danger. You might have read that all the Jews in Norway were taken away by the secret police in 1942.
My family was supposed to be taken as well, but we got away, which I’m very grateful for.