The rejection was painful, especially since we could not fathom why it developed. We wondered if we were at fault, what we had done, and how we could make amends.
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
When my startled parents opened the door, the uniformed men yelled, “Verboten!” They told my parents to get out: napping in the car was not allowed. To emphasize their new rule, they slapped both my mother and father in the …
Glucke mit Kücken, April 1928
This is what I HAVE to tell.
Mysteriously, we became their enemies.
All nightmare have a beginning, and this was the beginning of ours: Verboten.
I became painfully aware of anti-Semitism.