The month of November, 1938, had started on a dreary note in Berlin; it had been raining for several days; the skies were dark and clouded.
On the fifth, my father's younger brother had left Germany with his family and his orchestra. Of Course, we were glad to see him get out of the infernal country, yet we felt sad at seeing a near relative leave us. Now, besides us, my grandparents and my father's older brother were the only members of our large family still in Berlin.
"The November Persecutions of 1938,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 14.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol11/iss2/14