„I am convinced that history and justice will absolve my father.”
When my father flew to Scotland on May 10, 1941, I was three-and-a-half years old.
As a result, I have only very few personal memories of him in freedom. One of them is a memory of him pulling me out of the garden pond. On another occasion, when I was screaming because a bat had somehow gotten into the house, I can still recall his comforting voice as he carried it to the window and released it into the night.
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