Ever since my mother left Germany as a 12-year-old in 1938, she couldn’t understand what happened to her and why. She viewed her immigration through the eyes of a child.
She couldn’t understand the political situation in Germany in the 1930s: Consequently, she couldn’t sort out who was to blame for her separation from her parents.
She didn’t see Hitler as the villain; she believed her parents had betrayed her by sending her away. (Left – This is the last picture of my mother with her parents, taken just days before she boarded the ship in March 1938.)