My brother and I were taken away and taken to a
family in the same town we lived in, and we stayed there for two
weeks. And, uh, was...they lived in a house that...and again in
Holland because it's so such a crowded country, several families
would live in the, in the same house, so we lived on the second
floor of this house and there were another family living on the
first floor. The family on the first floor did not know that we
were on the second floor. So for two weeks we could not move. I
remember we slept in the bathtub. We could not talk. We could not
move. We couldn't do anything because we were told that if they,
the people downstairs, would find out that we were upstairs, we'd
be killed. And we...I remember also that sometimes they would take
us out at twelve o'clock at night just to give us some fresh air.
So we'd, we'd go outside and that was, that was a very hard time
because in the mean...you know, we had no idea where our parents
were. I mean there is a six-year-old and a nine-year-old just
taken away, totally, from parents, sisters, and everything else
and, and, and yet we knew, you know. There was no crying. There
was no whining. There was nothing. There was just obedience.