I read somewhere that Jewish children wanting to leave the country could go to city hall to apply for immigration, so we did. We got two passports — one for Henri and myself, and one for Esther and Jacques. We sailed from Brussels to London. I was so seasick. In London, we were put in another orphanage that was like a castle to me. It was very drafty and cold. No one spoke French, and I remember trying to find paper. I always tried to leave notes everywhere I went — in the underground train station, the bus station — in the hope that my sister Sarah might see them. From London we boarded the SS Aquitania to Halifax. Again, I was sick the whole time and spent practically the whole trip in the sick bay.