P A R E N T S
We were here, they were over there

   Later, looking at pictures of my parents, I could see that life was no longer as easy as it used to be. You could tell from their faces.

   When I was little, we had a small car, an Opel, which we nicknamed Old Banger. Later we had a larger car, an Adler. Even later we had a small Opel again. When he was younger, my father was the manager for the whole of Germany for a raincoat manufacturer in Hamburg. When it all started, people lost their positions, of course. He was now in menswear.

   We wanted to go to America, had an affidavit, but it was a high number. We had a quota number of over 4,000, then war broke out and everything came to a stop.
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