“I went… there was an office in Prague where you had lists and lists of people who came back; I don’t know if it was in alphabetical order maybe, or dates when they came back, but you could check if you knew anybody who came back. And I went to see these lists every day, hoping somebody would came back I knew, but none of the family came back at all. And I went for days and days, actually for weeks afterwards, to see if anybody would come back, but they didn’t. So I just remember walking around Prague being absolutely devastated, feeling that you know, I was alone in the world, that… I didn’t know anybody, just didn’t know anybody. It was really I think the worst time of the war. Although we were free and liberated, it was the very worst time because we realised, or I realised that nobody was going to come back, and that life is never going to be the same, and what I hoped for would happen after the war is never going to happen. The hope was gone. Because until then one had hope, that there would be a small group of people one knew, some relative, some friends, and one would start life again in a community; get married, have children, and… you know, carry on. But there was absolutely nobody there whom I knew. I was seventeen.”