Joseph, Gitta and Didi, leaning on the family car, outside the Deauville house in 1954
Those were happy days. The war was far away, I was born in September 1944 and never suffered from it. I only knew what I was told. Gitta, my mother, was left without a family. Now and then, people who had lived in her Polish, (now Belarus) town, Slonim, would get in touch and tell her frightful stories of how her father, Joseph, her sister, Rosa and her two brothers, David and Salomon had been murdered with the rest of her family and the whole of their village by the Nazi occupants.