I attended Jewish kindergarten and one year of public school. In 1939 the war began and I wasn't allowed to go to school any longer. My brothers couldn't go to school either and my father lost everything. I didn't know the reasons, but I knew something was dreadfully wrong. I sensed the fear and the tension. My father made yellow stars for us to wear and sewed them onto our garments. Suddenly our relationship with our Polish friends changed. They weren't our friends anymore. They were our accusers. As children we didn't really know that much, we just saw and felt the difference.