Freedom (Continued)

That evening the Germans came with their planes and bombed Paris. Sirens echoed loudly and we had to hunker down in the cellar. After a while, they said it was over, so we went back to Berthe’s apartment and back to sleep.

When it was morning, my father, brother and I decided to go back to our apartment and tidy up. A lot of the items we brought from the camp were our monthly food parcels which we had saved. We had cans of tuna, chocolates etc. That kept us going for a few days. After a week or so, we decided to go see my mother. As mentioned earlier, two of my brothers had died. My youngest brother Michel in 1941 in Toulouse, and my eldest brother Albert in 1942 in Montpellier.

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