I was 4 years old and
my brother was 5-1/2 years old when we were first separated from
our parents and placed in a Protestant orphanage in Belgium. I was
a depressed and confused child, but with the passing of time, I
began to believe that all children lived away from their parents.
After several months, the director of the orphanage had reason to suspect that the Germans might discover the few Jewish children hidden there and my brother and I were suddenly returned to our parents. Eager to surprise them, I was happy again.
http://archive.adl.org/children_holocaust/story_beyond_tears2.html
After several months, the director of the orphanage had reason to suspect that the Germans might discover the few Jewish children hidden there and my brother and I were suddenly returned to our parents. Eager to surprise them, I was happy again.
http://archive.adl.org/children_holocaust/story_beyond_tears2.html