ABSTRACT
This chapter discusses the chmax born. The house where he born was Wallstrasse 8 in Breslau. On the left, if people looked out of the front windows, was the big women's prison, a bleak, ugly building; later it was pulled down and replaced by a modern block of shops. His father was not a rich man, a young lecturer at the medical faculty of the University, with a small salary. Most children's nurses and maids in Breslau's well-to-do families were Polish at that time, and this fact was so deeply embedded in my mind that the word 'Pole' was almost synonymous with servant girl; and when later I first met an educated Pole, proud of his nationality, it gave me a kind of shock. The Holtei-Höhe was hardly more than a molehill, the river rather narrow and the towers small, compared with the image which my mind had preserved from the days of his childhood.
