ABSTRACT
in the early morning of thursday, november 10, 1938, I got out of bed in our apartment in the Badensche Strasse and went to my window to have a look at the men down below, who were already at work excavating a huge hole next door. The hole was to accommodate the foundation of a new building fronting the Badensche Strasse. It seemed a pity that the new building was going to block the panoramic view from my room. But what am I worrying about? By the time the building is up, I’ll be long gone. I’ll be in Schickergoy, safely out of the Nazis’ reach, starting a new life with Mausi and Heinz in the New World.
