The situation in Austria was very bad indeed. It was full of Nazis, especially in the provinces. A town like Graz was almost taken over by national socialists who were forbidden at the time, but they were tolerated by the authorities, not the left, and in 1934, there was a small — not so small — civil war, about 2000 people died, the army shot with artillery into working class flats. So, my Dutch friend and I decided to leave in 1934 after this civil war. My father was desperate by then, being known as of Jewish origin and a socialist. After I had left he committed suici... suicide in 1934 still, and both his children were away, and anyway, he had suffered from depressions as well. That was a very, very sad thing for me. Of course, he was a great man. I realised that later on in life, not so much when I saw him every day. But, I met interesting people, some of his authors who came and had lunch with us or met people who came to his shop. I spent quite some time there, and at Christmas I helped wrapping books. We had quite a good trade every Christmas because books were a popular present to give. My mother stayed on and my uncle, with whom my father had started this bookshop and publishing firm, stayed on with his sons, until 1938 when the Germans, took over with great applause from the Viennese and Austrians, and my uncle and his wife, had to flee. They fled to Paris where they had a sister... where they had a daughter, who had lived in France for quite a long time, but the Germans caught them and they ended up in Auschwitz. My mother was... still there and she was a partner in the bookshop after my father’s death, and we managed to get her out in 1939, I believe. Edith — my sister — was instrumental in getting her out, and she ended her days in England in a home for Jewish... for Jewish people.